Giants stand
sentinel with sharp shale shields,
shepherding whitecaps to land.

Hag's Head holds
over the sea's mighty black
quilt of roaring, raging folds.

Ravens chirr,
rogue whorls unwinding, weaving
wild ways, yet no giants stir.

Erin's prow,
the ridges of ruin rise
above Manannán's lair now.

Faery gate,
The echtrae's grand beginning,
From whence Oisín sealed his fate.

Take command,
Muman, of your realm's bastion --
The world's end where giants stand!