Glen loc Mea:

How the pool reflects
visions of afore
and now
the pale light shineth
upon my eyes
and as I stir the cool waters
and let them wash over me so
before me lays tales
of a man that felt lost
in a mirad of mans rage
burnt and scorched lands
and weeping eyes
filled upon the oceans so
as they lay in torment
did he but protest
to those that waged a war
not ever being his
defient till the end
he did court suggestions
of eternal peace
begging and pleading
unheard...not required
stay and fight
they did ask and push and cajole
but still he said no in defience
pushed away he came
to a place of peace
and watched as the battle
raged on in anger
he walked fields and glens
stood atop hills
and washed away the sins
in pools of crystal blue
his making of time stood afore
and he was born again
often he would sit and wonder
could man ever find eternal peace
or would he have to scar the land always
the light that shone upon him
guided him to here were he was but one
he lived long and true
devout in belief that he had done
what was right for his life
for when time passed and he was old
he did travel to the glen
and here he laid and breathed his last
and as he past and let go
to the lord above
he whispered but one line
let it be that man controls his life
and no one controls it for him.....