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In reply to - Rory O’ Connor posted an update in the group Poetry: The river Boyne flows in its still and reverential silence by the lit bank of a Celtic summer morning. Its path sternly seperating the vivaciousness of a glorious green meadow from the thick treeline of deciduous sentinals. Tips of tamed grass and furbelow flora offer their dew, dazzling in the light of their rising lord. Light sears the grateful audience and shews this shrine; or aperture to a vast and deceptive forest of pathetic emotion to memories long forgotten and lost by man. In its infinite deathly consensus the sprites and tales continue existing relentless; while whispering wraiths wander wreathed altars to Pan; encased in regal vines reserving the ethereal law of the land. Watchers in the Rahan wood conceal their ancient lore under the brindle sea of low leaf litter bearing memories of fauns and frabjous fables seldom spoken by those who listened late to the ululations of unknown spectres singing of solemn virtues never visited. The ophidian aegis curls, caresses and camouflages the mystery contained, conserving it for those pre-ordained kings and queens of unfeigned, unreigned and abstained; lands. • View