A Shield With An Iron Face - Absu

A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy

His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks

His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west

An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in his left hand

«I welcome thee, o' victorious, I’m skirmishing… at the lift!»

«I welcome thee, o' victorious, I’m skirmishing… by the dark!»

He rushed to feed the fire

As honor gained him a home —

He veered beyond the pyres

The Son of Cairn sat enthroned

An iron shield gaped toward the sky

With oak wood and leather backing;

Reprisal lead the way to his mind

And so it did

«C¡ bhfuilimid ag dul amarach?»

(«Where are we marching tomorrow?»)

A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky

The death of a man is never going to die

A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor —

On the wing, yet on the lifting hour