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Conlan Abu - By Conall O'Mordha 
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This poem was written by me in honor of my oldest ancestor, Conall Cernach (Conall Cearnach in modern spelling.) who has the skin of the celtic's, but the heart of the Norsemen. All of the following supposedly happened in actual Irish/Celtic history, which can be read on wikipedia. This is simply a tribute to him and his feats, written in a short freestyle poem.

Conlan Abu - By Conall O'Mordha
Thro’ mine cycle of life I have forged my twisted soul
as black as ginnungagap’s reign.
Tho mine conception be attributed to human kind,
My heart is filled with Jotnar rage.

At birth robed druids attempted to prevent dark future.
Head o’ mine they tried to sever.
Tho’ the wound would prove to be a detriment in my life,
my fated rampage would not stop.

Of young age was I when I learned to wield a trusty blade.
Skill nor luck nor talent I had.
Yet with worn tools a true warrior I forged of myself.
None came to recall my near death.

A man’s path I came across by the name of mighty Cet.
One who would prove be my rival.
Blind was I that sought he my failure in all mine conquests.
At battle rock we’d one day meet.

Seperate were our paths then when I came across unknown lands,
with shrines the sky populated.
Of wisdom no posession did these dwellers congregate.
Thro’ ages with mouth they were shared.

Passed were many years prior my encounter with this town,
no memory had I of betimes.
Tho’ selective they were rememberance had soon come to hold,
o’ the one who end of mine sought

At the hall of the great lord Gunderson our fates had met,
T’was a feast to boast feats of old.
Cet stood tall and proud with his feats of dead foes who opposed.
Ears of dead warriors he held.

Then took I unreserved seat at the table of high lords,.
Baffled looks their faces consumed.
Stood tall had Cet as dagger of his slammed in the table,
“What feat do you boast?” questioned he.

“Hark to my words, for my boast is of the skulls that I count,
many are they with little fight”,
I proclaimed to the lords who’s interest showed only be slight.
“Disbelief, I proclaim!” roared Cet.

“For surely brother of mine could best any boast of yours!”
Then stood I at birth of these words.
“Capable he is not of completing said tasks of yours.”
Smirk overtaken face of his.

“How dare you declare such claim without proof to the high lords!”
“Yet proof have I” as I stood high.
My hands had gripped the skull of a man with black hair, blue eyes.
“Of dead, they can’t accomplish feats.”

Horror and grief consumed Cet’s eyes which screamed down to his soul.
To none surprise, his dagger was drawn.
“Enough!” screamed Reverok the high lord that hails from the south,
“He has bested you! Take your seat.”

With mead in hand of mine I lifted for one last downpour,
Ere from the feast I took my leave,
And took to the path of which I had all but longed to walk.
Forgetting the rage filled in eyes.

In days to come I would face many more battles and war.
Crowds spoken in both fear and awe.
Though I know my destined fate that near death damned upon me,
To liberate these lands from their law.

Of old age I near forgot the prophecies of my birth,
Of old age near lost were my skills.
Yet old age leaves no rest and peace upon mortal humans.
Sought I my honorable end.

With loyal warriors and friends upon horses we took,
We rode towards the high northern star.
Long ago we learned of the druid camp where I was born,
Yet anon we shall end it’s reign.

Clashes of steel and blood cladded axes filled the night’s sky.
Possessed had I rage of warriors.
Avenge shall I the death so unjust of many before,
Who stood up high to their ruling.

Many were killed at the edge of the blade I swung up high.
Yet there was one who’s blade met mine.
There stood Cet with his eyes filled with lust for deserved vengeance.
Honorable fight had there ensued.

Many wounds suffered I from his blade and forces of his.
But the battle would hail to me.
Though my wounds were enough to end life of mine in battle,
I had won; Cet’s head was now mine.

Greeted was I by warriors of lands unknown to me,
But welcome felt I at their sight.
Feast hall of warriors sat I when my mead cup filled by,
A man prior meeting had I.

Who was once enemy, was now honorable brother. Who was once hateful of me, now shared battles of mine. Until the fated day we shall ride into battle for one last honorable display.


Thu Oct 30, 2014 4:28 pm
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Well done SH.

It is though feats like this that we strengthen our connections with our ancestors. In no small way it also ensures that they maintain a certain degree of immorality.

On a side note, I too have ancient ancestors from Ulster. I will do some research and see what it turns up.


Fri Oct 31, 2014 7:13 am
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Look up your last name to try to find information about it. This is how I found out about my oldest ancestor, Conall Cernach (where my pseudonym comes from).

Speaking of Celtic history, do you know a good resource for learning more about the four great cycles of irish mythology? I know the Ulster Cycle was the first, but that's about it.

I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I didn't want to make it too long, but at the same time I wanted to include vital information.

My next poem is going to be in the format of that of the Voluspa and the Havamal.


Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:33 pm
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sacredhaven679 wrote:
Look up your last name to try to find information about it. This is how I found out about my oldest ancestor, Conall Cernach (where my pseudonym comes from).

Speaking of Celtic history, do you know a good resource for learning more about the four great cycles of irish mythology? I know the Ulster Cycle was the first, but that's about it.

I am fairly up to speed on the Celtic side of my ancestry, that is my father's side of my family and has been exceptionally well documented for many generations. It did not take too much searching along some previously unexplored (by me) branches of my family tree to discover that you and I are kinsmen from way back - Conall Cernach mac Amargen is my 58th great grandfather.

sacredhaven679 wrote:
I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I didn't want to make it too long, but at the same time I wanted to include vital information.

My next poem is going to be in the format of that of the Voluspa and the Havamal.

I think that it was very well done and I look forward to your forays into different formats. One small recommendation that I would offer is that unless you are creating a haiku or limerick, I do not think you should worry too much about length. Craft your poetry until you are happy with it. Make it as short or long as it needs to be in order to communicate what you want it to.


Mon Nov 03, 2014 12:35 am
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Quite so, it would seem that a lot of men of Celtic descent intertwined with each other's family trees at some point.

A good point to make on the length of it, I shall consider that in the future.


Mon Nov 24, 2014 5:04 pm
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