Cúchulainn              May 16, 2008 - 07:35 AM   15 stone you are weight bent backwards upon my arms hair trails in blossoming eddies life inked against clear; a reflecting sky bright shining deflects darkening day water to our waists 'Scáthach failed you. I failed you In my succeeding' This, this cut unveils the core of me Petals fall to either side So wounded I see not the amputation my heart You, so worthy see not the destiny My fate to win till three days dawn And you, fair Ferdiad A hero's fall embraced My fate to want A different life Stay my hand Another word with you, brother my regret in serving your imperfection personally spear feint ~ same as the other three hundred and twist unexpected, novel and even in death you recognized: brilliance how like a mistake it seemed and you, your counter thrust which felled armies failed only once within my trap even in your gloaming you thought, 'How clever that was Cúchulainn, I would have never believed it, but here written in steel and blood your signature and life's work upon me.' I regret to inform you of your imperfection and my overarching perfection Your fate handed to me so clear like an arrow to its target took it had to couldn't stay my hand twas how: I was made like birds in flight or fish in sea 'twas my pleasure to kill thee. Back to Diary

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