Lord of Connaught

Lord of Connaught.

The last Lord of Connaught lies still.
Silent are the hills,
Once alive with rebel cries
That echoed around Belleek Castle and, Along the Moy.

Sold out, like so many others,
For a beggar’s purse.
Hunted through bracken and bog,
Pursued by cowards and curs,
The mongrel heirs of a princely line.

Nephin Mór once rang with the song of the West.
Only he knew.
The hidden paths,
Where cool pools quenched thirsts
And caves swallowed men whole.

Decades passed.
Those secret places,
Offered refuge to the Column,
Shelter in the dead of night.
The ancient stones remember what we forget,
How nature’s princes were hunted for sport,
How silence claimed the land.

Note:

Belleck Castle is a beautiful place to visit.

The image above and the text below are from their website.

http://m.belleekcastle.com/

‘Belleek Castle was built between 1825 and 1831, on the site of a medieval abbey, one of four along the River Moy. Belleek was commissioned by Sir Arthur Francis Knox-Gore. The manor house was designed by the prolific architect John Benjamin Keanes, and the neo-gothic architecture met the taste of the time, when medieval styles became fashionable. The Knox-Gores lived in Belleek until the early 1940’s.’