Corryvreckan
Brandon Pierce, Ancestors
Inward turning past fearful chance
Through each gilded hell falling
Reflections warring in dread brilliance
Here now in the deepest ring
Ground slashed (tempest come)
Burning wild (take us from dark)
Progress marked red (marked red)
Glowing bright
Broken hands (to decay)
Shake still grasping
In the deepest ring
Undo what we have done
To think what could have been
Fortunes crafted by wicked men
The wolf retreats to mend his jaw
Made to suffer father's law
In sadness
Made to see what's real
Consoled by
What none else would feel