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Tir na Nog (Tier na Nocht) In Tir na Nog our dreams did die In rivers of blood, a rising tide. Flashing steel won no day, Reavers strong lost their way . . . at Tir na Nog In Tir na Nog we formed a hedge, A silvered curtain, a graven edge. Panicked screams, in hopeless flight, Children ran through the night . . .from Tir na Nog From Tir na Nog we are long fled, Disparate, lost, with listless tread, Paths returning to remembered dreams. The chosen few still guard the seams . . . to Tir na Nog |
Additional Notes:
Tir na Nog is Irish Gaelic, this poem is the result of a "riddling contest" between me and another writer, who happens to be Irish and speaks Gaelic (what a koinkydink!). The words in parenthesies are an approximation of how to correctly say Tir na Nog, though the T sound in Tir is more of a T spoken on top of a D (is it any wonder 'bout no one speaks this language?). I hope the pronunciation guide helps.
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