The Summoning

Summoned here I have been
From a land of war
To this place of peace
Why am I here?
I know not
Familiar be this place
My mind does drift away
To a time not long ago
Details just out of reach
Some sense tells me
I have been here before

Before when I cannot recall
Battles and blood cloud my memories
Many men fell! Yes fell many men!
But their names I cannot tell
Nor their purpose in my story

The air smells sweet
Here on this plain full of apples
Cattle - many- roam the fields
Their ears a hue like winter sunset
Proud must be the Righ of this place
To possess such wealth
Some sense tells me I have seen him before

Before when I cannot recall
Battles and blood cloud my memories
Many men fell! Yes fell many men!
But his names I cannot tell
Nor his purpose in my story

I stroll through the grasses
Bathed in the sunshine glorious
The light makes the stream shimmer
And so I wander to its banks
Soothing is its babbling sound
It relaxes my spirit
As I stare at my reflection
My senses tell me I have seen me before

Before when I do now recall
Mongan Mac Manannan bringer of battle and blood to Eire
Many men fell! Yes fell many men!
Their names I now can tell
And my purpose in their story