Another Irish mythological poem for today’s challenge. You can read all the contributions on Paul Brookes’ blog here.

Aengus

Born of a god’s whim
and a woman’s one true desire,
his mind fluttered, a flame vacillating
between love and anger,

a man who would kill on a passion,
renounce his passion for his one love,
defy his king to protect other lovers,
his heart’s desire lost to the man
he thought of as a father.

Blood misted his love,
and magic mingled with his red desires,
a fire in his breast and in his hands.

No wonder his mind wandered,
following his footsteps
in the forests of the dark
and the mists of magic.