The distant wails of harps,
The rhythmic rolls of timbrels,
And the song of an enchantress,
Evoking the ghosts of her land...
A song that told of legends unheard,
A song that sang about the glory of a past,
A song that whispered the murmurs of love,
A song that seeped into my heart...
I, me an' me-self was surrounded
By the silence of this music,
As I stood atop a misty hill,
In a far away unknown Celtic land.
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Inspired by the Celtic music by Loreena McKennitt that I've been listening to again and again since the past three days.
