The lighthouse rocks do smash upon the waves;
Breandan doth man his magic ice tower,
The rock that stands alone, his home this hour;
His hand protects our isle's watery graves.
The Queen honors his sacrifice with land;
Catriona loves him with the sea's own tide,
But earth daughter won't go beyond the strand,
Her heart embroiled in needing love, land's bride.
She takes another's bliss to her sweet hand,
And bears the bastard son who hears sea's cry;
The subs that ply the sea cast faes last die,
The magic flees Breandan's ephemeral bonds.
Yet ocean's deep still runs with a hunger;
His bony hands crave meat of one younger.