WOMAN of the SIDHE
So then it is she
Made you impure with memory.
GHOST of CUCHULAIN
Still in that dream I see you stand,
A burning wisp in your right hand,
To wait my coming to the house,
As when our parents married us.
WOMAN of the SIDHE
Being among the dead you love her
That valued every slut above her
While you still lived.
GHOST of CUCHULAIN
O my lost Emer.