Fuamnach and Eoch
a different take on an Irish myth
Who am I to stand in the way of romance?
A mother, a wife, a goddess with power
The shrew who couldn’t take being replaced
There are no limits to how I deserve my fate
Midhir and Etain, true love you say?
I say a cul tona and his mistress
Leaving hearts broken in their path
Lest not say the children he forgot
Or the man whose bride was lost
Betrayal is the way of a god
Who am I to stand in the way of romance
A king, a husband, a right and proud man
The fool who couldn’t let the cad have his way
There are no limits to how I deserve my fate
Midhir and Etain, true love you say?
I say a thief stealing a queen
Without a trace left in sight
Leaving holes in my land
Losing my love right where I stand
Betrayal is the way of a god
And careless is the way of a mistress
The son I raised who helped his father betray
The stranger demanding a prize no husband would let him take
The butterfly he dared to bring into my house
The form of my brother he dared to portray
And we are of no importance to their passion they say
Midhir and Etain, true love you say
I say a cheat and a wrecker
Who left destruction in their wake
But it’s their tragedy they say
No matter what lives they take away
Betrayal and carelessness is their way
The tale lives to this day
And tell me did I deserve my fate?
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