Tell her I wasn't scared
When I walked into the night
And the demons of red and orange
Burned with hellfire's light
Tell her I wasn't afraid
As I walked past my brothers
Who lie forgotten in the street
Amidst the cues of their mothers
Tell her I wasn't frightened
As their screams shredded the air
And words fell from my mouth
Uttering some prayer
Tell her my hands didn't falter
When I was lacing up my boots
And I saddled up my steed
At the beginning of Síoraí's roots
Tell her I didn't tremble
As I rode out to fight
The scaly beasts of old
Who all were leaping into flight
Tell her I showed no fear
As the smoke choked the air
But most importantly of all
Tell her I wasn't scared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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