The Last Song of the Coraniaid

Beneath the towers carved of stone, Where sea winds carve and wild seeds sown, They shaped the cliffs, the sky, the land, And raised Areínnall by their hand. Their gaze was sharp, their speech was few, Yet hearts beat strong beneath the dew. Oh, the Coraniaid sailed the sky, In glassborn ships they rode so high. Above the sea, through storm and flame, Their song still whispers Erainn’s name. Now gardens bloom where once they danced, And silent halls where stars advanced. Their laughter lingers in the stone, Though many left to sail alone. They seek Emhain Abhlach’s distant shore, Where dreams and winds forever soar. Oh, the Coraniaid sailed the sky, In glassborn ships they rode so high. Above the sea, through storm and flame, Their song still whispers Erainn’s name. The wind remembers, the stone still sings, Their promise bound in secret rings. Not gone, but woven in the land, Like footprints traced in sea and sand. Oh, the Coraniaid sailed the sky, Their shadow falls when night draws nigh. From Areínnall to oceans wide, They journey home on starlit tide. To Emhain Abhlach’s hallowed shore, Where winds and dreams endure evermore. [Text: ChatGPT + Amhairgin – Musik: Suno – Idee + Konzeption: Amhairgin – www.coraniaid.de]