For Eleanor Lynch McDonnough; dead after 20 years of Alzheimer.
Scream to the sky Sound from the heart
Heaven ward hurled
Cry for the sanity cry Call on the sky
the God now gone mad
Judge the injustice Jehovah has reaped
the sorrow, the sadness
See now the soul so terribly dismembered
torn bit by bit gone
Bled is the blood a blow remembered
with fury and fire
Pay the mad puppeteer the purveyor of pain
the sorrowful singer
One can only hurt the O'Loingseach so much
before poems bleed
Bleed the blow the blood now does flow
the tears of the mind
Damn the mad Diety the dealer of pain
the shredder of souls.
Sing the sad song of sorrow and pain
of grief for the gone.
-Ljodahattr "Meter of Chants"