The hearth is smoored, its warmth draws kin, Smith’s forge lures in pawn of vain sire, His plan flawed as Goibniu speared skin. Brewer’s win casts dam’s pride to pyre.
Comes the one veiled, her hair unseen. Hides the flame’s sheen, this not the time. His life has failed, cut now the skein, She begins to keen, tears quicklime.
Ruadan’s redness spilt, snows shroud drawn Delays the dawn. Mother’s grief Made hope wilt, all chance of spring scorn Summer unborn, an unfurled leaf.
The wind laments, ice seals his tomb Yet light dispels gloom, her heart heals Memory’s price the flowers bloom
Grave gifts, mourner’s plume, life unseals.