A Daimon Wind

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A Daimon Wind

The murk of heavy midnight reigns,

The cool moonbeams do not rescind,

the sullen heat that Dublin drains,

But suddenly –

a faery wind

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Fresh, it shivers in the briar,

arising from a sidhe unseen,

and out into the darkened fire

of urban air, at will careens

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I sense it, through the shadow whirls,

a presence in the pitch black flails,

with dust and lilac leaves, now curls,

across the tracks-

to Mountjoy gaol