Onyx waters lapped pebbled shore,
Lonely candles hold total darkness at bay,
In distance town lights beckon like lonely Wisp's.
Inky twilight, sounds muffled,
By lapping waters Dingle a distant
Memory carried on the night air.
Uncanny friends gather,
On pebbled beach,
Walking on footsteps
Past.
Ulsterman, Scotsman, Kerryman and Welshman,
The chalice and the vine unites them,
Wards of the chill.
Samhain's icy touch beckons,
As sleepy friend drifts off,
Her supine form caught by
Midnight current.
We four leap into chill waters
After her kicking up the surf
Preventing a premature Viking funeral.
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