Fionnghuala Picture

"Whither have gone the stately palaces of our father? Weeds and nettles grow in place of the noble pillars and frescoed walls. Silence fills the desolate hill, not even the whisper of their voices remain. Where are the gods and their goddesses, where the heros and noble kings? Not even as mould do they lie in their graves. There is nothing left."

Named for one of the four children of Manannan Mac Lir, god of the sea, cursed by their stepmother to spend nine centuries in swan form in the dangerous seas. Finally freed from this curse, the children return to the land to find their father, and all the gods of old, to be forgotten by the people who's ancestors worshiped them. A sad and painful tale of the passing of time.

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