E’ Vivatae Dóna el Riu and the Iron Captain

It is said
That on those dark days of Mox Nix
(between the season of Angels and the season of Dragons)
When the world walks
balanced on the Spine of the Solstice
On the waxing edge of the Long Night
That you can hear the bruised child-hearts
of the Strange Muses of Regwen
Crying out in the wind

It is also said
That this is the loneliest sound that a woman can hear
And it is documentable fact
That no woman may hear the muses plaintive cry
and not be. . . changed

E’ Vivatae lingers in the ‘Place of Those Lost’ where the dead are resting
The place forbidden to her
The place where they say his ashes are buried

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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