They buried her
Crouched
In a shallow cist
Her flowing crimson hair
Brushed gently beside
Pallid cheeks
A thousand years came
And another, and another
Passed
As she lay
Under mounds of earth
Bones became dust
Stones crushed
Like a thousand others
A young woman
Forgotten
Her family
Her illness
Her death
In Eire's soil
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