It is an old story this one
But, you'll believe me when I say
All the more true for being so
My grandfather first told it me
When I was only a tiny boy
And I've spoken and I've sung it out
More times than you could ever count
To anyone who'll listen
To anyone who will hear me
But my back is twisted now and
My head is grey and I know that
Soon enough I'll be put under this turf
Where my skin will rot and my bones bleach
And there will be nobody left
Who'll want to listen to me
So this story is yours now
Take it and tell it any way you like
Tell it as many times as you like
In dark forests and by firesides
On dusty pages, in songs or sonnets
Shape it and change it and turn it
This story belongs to you now
This strange legend of dunoran
This story has some telling still to do
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Sir Dominick's Bargain
PoetryThe heir to a fortune squanders his inheritance on wine and gambling. Destitute and alone, he makes a desperate bargain with a strange gentleman he meets one midnight. For seven years he will have all the riches he craves. But when seven years ar...