Hy-Brasil Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Out a'high in lashin' waves
a'crashin' anger'd sea

b'yond Albion an' Hibernia
where mists a'shadow'd, lowly

o' magical Isle o' Hy-Brasil
tentacl'd ocean beast ther' tore

fear'd sailors away lest they would set
o'er realms o'Gods who saw

o' bare foot giants wi' call o' crow
blacken'd eyes an' skies sang red

they threw th' rocks in war's a'haze
their sea's a'wet wi' blood

upon Hibernia's shore they fled
left myth n' myst-eries

devour'd by a mighty beast
etern' wi' At-lan-tis