Enchanted, I am forsworn -
an oath breaker.
For your love I disavow the
oath I swore,
in the sight of the gods of my fathers
and the gods of
their fathers before them.
Yet, no glamour lies upon me
save that cast by my love for thee.
For
this I'd suffer:
The triple death of Muirchertach,
The judgement of
Cormac,
And the satire of bards.
You are the sigh of my winter storm.
Words spoken in secret
lie shattered now.
Beyond the skill of Ogma to
repair.
Yet what spancel hoop could stay this love?
What geas keep me
from your side,
though the Morrigan try to stay me.
Past allegiances, nought but wind blown dust.
Straying ever by your
side,
no guiding star save you.
No law greater than your will.
Is
this what bound Dermot and Grianne
when they fled the hall of Tara?
Will
any recall my betrayal and salvation?
No matter, that we are together is all I
count.
Our love remakes my world.
