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crowcrow: Little Skellig, Ireland
Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There’s something I must tell
Before I pass along
I joined the brotherhood
My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory
I’d hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest’s blood
Its wrath I would endure
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well
Skellig - Lorenna McKennit
Celt foreva
Little Skellig , Ireland
Sit here by my side For the night is very long There’s something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the...