(The shuddering soul of Karnaghan Buidhe)
“Blessed Lord who died on the shameful tree,
Too brief that span of heaven for me.”
Once more the Judge: “The blades of grass
That earth-winds ever blew
A year of heaven I’ll count for each
Till hell shall yawn for you.”
Prayed the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe
(The anguished soul of Karnaghan Buidhe)
“Kind Lord, who died in agony,