Tho' those who inherit Faith from the Five Pure Ones, may not greatly care
To explain, why, of Prophesy, Dreams are but the forty-fifth share
& tho' the Aisling of Ind, united, is as Poitín plighted to this old soak
Yet, all Contrition, affrighted, Sins against the Family of the Cloak.
Envoi-
Yam! Jam! Osiris! Krisis! All thou Norn crowned since Adam's Fall!
& in its fifth stream, Eden, drowned beyond its own dream recall
Yet are a Trinity squared by Wine
Till, in Summer, I drink with Dragons Nine.
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