A Legend and His Weapon

He was truly a man of his times
But far more, he was the answer
When the battle was beyond lost
One who lingered in the nethers
As a hero of legends
Bearing a legendary weapon
Cúchulainn called it Gáe Bulg
A spear with barbed edges
Used with perfect control
From a fierce heart inside
It was as much a part of the hero
As his flesh, as his mind
He fought by himself
For in battle he raged blind
Slaying all upon the field
But his chariot driver
And the beasts under harness
For all men fled
And his hand had great yield
For he fought until none stood
Upon the fields of valor
Blood made the grass slippery
And entrails joined the flood


"It was there Cu Chulain had doffed his tunic, and the deep snow was around him where he sat, up to his belt, and the snow had melted a cubit around him for the greatness of the heat of the hero. " The Táin Bó Cúalnge