He nigh approached unto his own abode,
Holding his dark spear [useless in his hand];
His red eye like the blazing of the skies;
His speaking like the thunder on the hill
In shadowy darkness distant far away;
Finn lifted up his spear amid the night;
And on the meadow was his shouting heard.
Finn.
“Son of the Night, begone thou from my side.
Betake thee to thy wind and be away!