Widow Of Carrowkeel

She walks the hill
Where the cold stones lie
No name, no ring
Just the wind
And the why

She kneels each dusk
With candle flame
No bell, no cross
But she still
Came

O Carrowkeel
You hold her still
A love unblessed
A voice
A will

A bloom
A locket
Rain

No vows were said
No tears were shown
But every night
She walks
Alone