Thursday, November 14, 2013

A Poem Draft


In Dalriada
Kenneth MacAlpin
was felled by Pictish sword;
evil the day!
He, rarest of kind,
will not be likened soon.

In Dalriada
Donald MacAlpin
four years did reign and die,
mighty soldier.
Loch Awe his cold tomb
will guard until judgment.

In Dalriada
by Viking was killed
Constantine MacKenneth,
troubled ruler;
the black cave witnessed
that most terrible defeat.

In Dalriada
Edus MacKenneth
for one year ruled the land;
Nrurim witnessed
allies betray him;
small was his legacy.

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