hound of cullan
Written by R. Pierce
Copyright 2005 Boru's Ghost

In the light of the early dawn the earth howled and moaned. The mist of a brand new day, quiet but not alone. Six enter the battle field with Morrigan high above. She smells the blood before it spills, it's all that she loves.

A man appears spear in hand from the dark woods beyond. Child of Lugh, Hound of
Cullan, the Hero of Dannan. His heart beats within his chest like a war drum his cry.
Berserker rage, they lose their mind and out pops his eye.

Fight their best but fail the test his skills too strong to match. The druid sons fall one by one to the wind their souls are cast. Magic wave by the hand of Maeve his fate now is thrown. Mortal wound has found his doom he dies by the stone.

The day turns cold, his eyes they die, the sky cries in shame. He calls out to his father
above and feels no more pain. For three long days, no one approached, fear still churned inside. Babd appeared, the Hound is dead, the earth it howled and cried.

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