Le pléadáil chun na bhflaitheas (A plea to heaven)

Bracing for yet another onslaught,
I face the fierce wind
with teeth bared
and broadsword drawn.

Slicing though the shadows of can't,
gutting doubt, I wield the blade
with guttural rage--
screaming for the heavens to hear me
and stopping short of nothing but
the unabashed demand
for mercy.


Inspired by the music: Enter The Haggis - Lancaster Gate


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