The longing of a decendant of Bran (To Oengus and Bran)

The longing of a decendant of Bran

Heavy granite skies opress me,
There's thunder in the air,
While I walk in the hard emerald garden,
And sapphirine eyes are Elsewhere

Elsewhere's a savage garden,
There every flower's a snare,
But in a bower of thorny black roses,
I dream of blue skies of Elsewhere

The wasting sickness of Oengus upon me,
Bright deeds done, a síde set to rout,
Then Sapphirine eyes in another disguise,
In my arms, mine beond doubt

Then all that is, was and will be,
Is consumned in emerald, the fire of my kind
Yet stiring the ashes what do I see,
But a pair, of Sapphirine eyes!

Still heavy granite skies opress me,
There's thunder in the air,
Still I lie in my thorny black bower,
To dream of blue skies elsewhere

Those Sapphirine eyes always haunt me,
The savage flowers have me snared,
And I know there's no peace for me,
'Till I return to the land of Elsewhere.

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Oengus was partly a patron of poetry and lovers.
Bran was the kingly ancestor of the Byrne family. The raven, son of Mael Mordha of the Ui Faelain Sept of the Ui Dunlaing Dynasty. He ruled over Leinster and the Norse Gael after the Battle of Clontarf. He was blinded by the derbhfine so another member of the Ui Faelain could have the kingship and he lived his life in Cologne in Germany.
He was disinterred by the nazis and buried in a mass grave.