Newgrange

Poem about the Passage tomb in Ireland and the shrouded myths it holds.

Newgrange


I am a daughter of the Sidhe*
A creature of the hollow hills
Like those that came before me
I walk betwixt the worlds at will

Sons of men have long feared us
And tried to conquer our race
There was no reverence for the mysterious
They sought to drive us from this place

Our history is on the Kerbstones
Runes and spirals tell tales of the Fae
We will guard this tomb of passage
Until the final day

* Pronounced shee