By: Gus Victoria
The band that once worn,
Given of friendship and love
Destined from above
To be greater than dreams
In lonely moments dreamt
More in hope than contempt,
Was made to here be betrayed
In the heart that gave
The ring of Eire;
Ashes burnt in the heart’s fire
Upon time’s pyre
You were forgotten,
Spread across the land
By Journey’s fickle hand.
Claddagh ring
Do you still sing?
Blackened and burned,
Loved, rejected, and spurned?
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