I am scathach, prince to a kingdom long dead,
Heir to the indifference of the conquered,
My crown stained with the blood of ignorance,
Alone on my throne of regrets I sit,
Where have all my courtiers gone?
I am scathach, warrior of a people forgotten,
Marshalling armies of fear, and hate,
Sword of justice,shield of righteousness,
Riding a steed of faith to victory,
When will I know the peace promised?
I am scathach,priest of gods since departed,
Messiah for a people no longer listening,
Symbol of a faith lost to this world,
Staff of oak withered by misunderstanding,
Why have the gods forsaken me?
I am scathach,fool alone in the twilight,
Who will hear me cry in the night?
Copyright ©2003 Kenneth William Moody
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