Hy-Brasil

Out in the lashing waves
a crashing of an anger'd sea

beyond thine Albion and Hibernia
where mists shadow'd, lowly hid

the magical Isle of Hy-Brasil.
Tentacl'd ocean beast struck and tore

fear'd sailors away lest they would set
o'er the greying home of the Gods

o' bare foot giants with call of crow
blacken'd eyes and skies and sang red

Celtic lore from whiten'd haze
o' the island's throw to stake

upon Hibernia's shore, for in its writhe,
mysterious hour at length became

devour'd by wave an' beast
to rest etern' wi' sister Atlantis

by Clive Culverhouse

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