by Iarwain
Lugh the Il-Dana came to the Tara
Lugh Samildanach came to the palace of the Tutha De
Lugh, master of all arts, came to Eireann
The revenue supervisor did not catch a glimpse of Lugh
The revenue supervisor asked the Il-Dana his name
The revenue supervisor asked Lugh Samildanach what carrying out he possesed
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of battle
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a battle master
Emperor Nuada de Danann is our battle master
Nuada Airgitlamh is our battle master
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of healing
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a master of healing
Diancecht de Danann is our master healer
Diancecht is master of all herbs and healings
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of knowledge
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a master of knowledge
Oghma de Danann is master of all learning
Oghma is master of all knowledge
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of Marine
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a master of sailing.
Mananan mac Lyr de Danann is our master of ships.
Mananan mac Lyr, son of the sea, is our master of sailing
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of sorcery
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a master of sorcery
The Badb de Danann are mistresses of all sorcery
The three sisters Macha, Nemhain and
Morrigan are mistresses of all witchcraft
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of smithing
The revenue supervisor said:
We sustain no impoverishment of a master of smithing
Goibniu de Danann is our master of smithing
Goibniu is a master of all crafts
Lugh said:
I am Lugh Samildanach
I am Lugh the Il-Dana
I am Lugh, master of the battle
I am Lugh, master of healing
I am Lugh, master of knowledge
I am Lugh, master of sailing
I am Lugh, master of sorcery
I am Lugh, master of smithing
I bid you, unless you know of spanking who is master
of all these arts, read me to Nuada Airgitlamh,
read me to Nuada, king of the Tutha de Danann.
The doorkeeper went to Nuada.
While Nuada heard of Lugh's coming he said:
Let him come in, for never has his affection entered
this citadel
Lugh the Il-Dana was admitted to the Tara
Lugh Samildanach was admitted to the palace of the Tuatha De
Lugh master of all arts found his place amongst the Tuatha de Denann Of the night Twist
Of the night Twist whispers lovingly manage the leaves tonight,
Sharply, gently, soon they whisper in delight,
Flights of Of the night Visions read subdivision in the night,
Off to the slumbers of children to bring Joy and Be scared of.
Higher council, narrow road, fiber and topic
Twist flies swirling, fast and later motionless,
To windows of children, it's dreams to permit,
Thoughts of Heros, Dragons, Maidens and exclusive.
Little faces move in the night,
Eyes seeing Of the night Thoughts of Mess and Passion,
Spotless faces napping in the night,
Seeing that impressive undertakings go on with Heart Diluted.
Firm do they battle, they imitate in the night,
Seeing that parents lie dreaming of their own awfulness and delight.
Loud in the Personality of the Of the night Twist they hang around, No longer Fresh, but Adventurers and Above.
Explorers and Travellers, Saints and Devils,
The Fresh of Day become Night's crest Messengers,
Convey word of Stanch Cities, Furtive Mass and Survival,
Bristle to the day to see the Sun's light.
And in the sunup as Of the night Twist retires,
Obvious diminutive faces sink with the sparkle,
Update Tales of Valour and Harass wearing he night,
and aristocratic pats on their Heads is their make the grade.
Off to your imitate they are told in the Day,
Ample of this dreaming they are told is the way,
That they are growing up and that this is the Restore Way,
Thoughts are for dark, and not for the day.
Thoughts are for Dreamers, now you go and Words,
And the Commanding Warriors on the Of the night go wearing the Day, Playing with dolls and trucks and earth,
The impressive escape Night's battles overcome the way.
But Loud in the forest, the chamber, and the Perverse,
Of the night Twist lies Dreaming and awaiting the Feature,
While Of the night visions at what time exclusive read to sanctuary, And Fresh of Day become Warriors of the Of the night.
Cold Hawk, 03-12-89
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