Celtic Charm

Emerald's Lady of Sorrow by Anachronism

Emerald's Lady of Sorrow The wail of a Banshee Pierces the night Notes rising And falling Like the waves Of a mournful sea Her white figure Emerges A sharp contrast To the dark hills Her mere presence Foreshadows No harm nor evil When silent But Beansidhe's Sharp cries Forewarn her beloved Irish heroes of the ancient Blood of mortal Celtic lineages Keening Caoineadh Lament Her cobweb cloak Ivory flowing Envelopes her Tall gaunt figure Her long silver hair Streaming down To the Emerald Earth Her pallid face Eyes set red Of centuries From raining tears Of lamentations Lady of Sorrow Spirit of the Air Lady of Death Erin has always Graced her with peace