| Tain Bo Cuailgne |
| | I see a battle-A blonde man,
with much blood about his belt,
and a hero-halo 'Round his head,
whole hosts he will destroy.
His jaws are settled in a snarl,
he wears a looped,red tunic,
in thousands you will yield your heads,
his form dragonish in the fray.
A giant on the plain I see,
doing battle with the host,
holding in each of his two hands
four gore ladened battle-axes.
I see him hurling against that host,
Two Gae-bolga and a spear,
he towers on the battle field,
in breastplate and red cloak.
Across the bladed chariot wheel,
the warped warrior deals death,
that fair from I first beheld,
melted to a mis-shape.
I see him moving into the fray,
take warning,watch him well,
Cuchulainn,Suailtim's son!
making dense massacre.
The blood starts from warriors wounds,
-total ruin,at his touch,
torn corpses,women wailing,
because of him-The Forge Hound
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