Norman fair

Old Eire's smiled upon wonder

Crystal green-eyed sparkle

As the sun, privileged

Illuminates his dark brow

Containing that intellect

Needing no further enlightenment

Souls are wrenched from earthly bodies

I am made to conceive the atrocity

Earth yields forth beauty from its depths

Then left alone to perish

Out of sight, not out of mind

Cankered earth, ravenous

For one perfect and incorrupt

So I begged of him

Echo by me once more

Natasha Haidar © 2002