Thinking about all that is and all that has been
All things seen and all things unseen
All things real, all things dreamt and what hides in the between
Searching my memories for images of our blessed Queen.
Blinding the unworthy eyes that glimpse her beauty
Forever mocking them with the final things they see
Burned into the hallowed halls of within our memory
The labyrinth of lies of what was and what could be
Searched the Woodland Isle, the land of Emerald Green
From the caverns of finest tourmaline
To tallest mountain, across meadows, to deepest ravine
Out into the depths of the azure; into the vast marine
Seeking the one who resides inside the mystery
Hidden behind the veil of the fabled Fairy Tree
I shall find her, holiest of holy, the goddess She
I will sever the spell that binds her, I will set her free
Behind the mist, the twilight mossy screen
Led to the threshold of betwixt and between
I finally found the remnants there; my beloved Queen
She, no longer the image of grace and beauty
Yet I remembered my purpose, remembered my duty
And gathered her remnants and held them closely
Chanting the incantation that would bring her to me
Féadfaidh an FAE dúisigh ár banríon uasal
Póg a súile awake agus go réidh a croidhe bogadh
an anáil na farraige, dul isteach di, a thabhairt ar an saol
Bí linn anseo ag siúl mar aon ní amháin agus riamh a bheith ar leith
Knowing about all that is and all that has been
All things seen and all things unseen
All things real, all things dreamt and what hides in the between
I am both her guardian and vessel – Hail to the Queen.
M TERESA CLAYTON
