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I see the wolves gathered on the hill
And the carrion birds that fly
Etched against the (witching) moonââ¬Â¦
I was a string in Apolloââ¬â¢s lyre
I was the sword in a warriorââ¬â¢s hand
I was the crown on an emperorââ¬â¢s brow
I was the seal on a sorcererââ¬â¢s heartââ¬Â¦
I saw the glory of Atlantis fallââ¬âthe jeweled spires that would gleam no moreââ¬Â¦
I saw the grandeur that once was Greeceââ¬âits crumbling walls I now call my homeââ¬Â¦
I see a woman crying on my moundââ¬âshe has been lover and homeland to me:
Alas! I know I will not see her againââ¬âthe kingdom of the shades is my homeââ¬Â¦
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes
Where the sea is black, without a shore
Where meadows are strewn with ash
There now lies my pathââ¬Â¦