Every day in the green and the lush,
we traveled to worship in a silent hush.
The squirrels played off to the right of our step
while the deer did follow as if they were pets.
We rubbed our crosses as we climbed to our place
in the big mountain home; to the sea it did face.
Our love for each other and our home and our God
was bigger than our vision of this tiny world of isle sod.
No strife, no fear, no anger, nor malice;
we were gifted by peace, by happiness, and blindness.
When while leaving the great mountain mansion,
having finished a day of worship and passion,
Friar Micheal exclaimed in a puzzled little way,
"Look, there are dragons coming into the bay!"
We looked and saw the great heads of horror,
those glaring faces of beasts from the lower,
getting closer and closer to show their whole hulls
filled with what seemed to be horned bulls.
They docked and waded out with weapons ready,
swords, daggers, and battleaxes shining under God's glory!
Our crosses were nothing to those warriors' best;
no rubbing nor chanting could stop what came next.
To us it seemed our Great God closed His eyes
As we ran for the first time for our own lives.
Many friends and loved ones fell all around
when their bodies the cold hard steel had found.
Blood poured as they gasped and heaved to hang on
and the pain was such that they ne'er thought upon.
Those monsters from hell ran into the mansion
and grabbed every goblet, plate, and cloth of fashion.
Yet that did not quench their thirst nor their hunger,
for they came out and still slaughtered while holding their plunder.
To them we were nothing. Our blood ran down banks
and mingled with the ocean and around the dragons' planks.
In one single day our whole isle was bled
and the Vikings first tasted their own bloddshed.
They smacked their lips; they liked it so much,
that for three-hundred years, they continued the hunt.
If we could have warned Europe, we would have told them,
"The evil descends! Prepare and defend!"
(but souls broken from bodies cannot talk from the dead.)
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