*An Saol Seo, An Saol Eile*
by Livia

I went to him in cover of the night
Slipping past my father's watchful glare
"Tomorow comes not soon enough" He whispered
And ran his gentle fingers through my hair

He wrapped his arms around me in the darkness
And murmured that he loved me, soft and low
So when our hands were torn apart by hatred
I stepped forward and took the deadly blow

He stayed that night, weeping by my body
And swore he'd never love another more
But his fate is to lead the fight for freedom
To help his lonely people hear the Roar

So now I watch him from the next world
Able to love, but not to say a word
Never shall we touch again in this life
For I am dead, slain by my father's sword.