Erin the young granddaughter smiled,
the old warrior at peace.  Smile creased
his face.   His dream continues.

Young and cocky in red and plaid
steel to his backbone.
Till his eyes fall on her.
Angels did so sing.
One glace love so did spring.
His lass forever.
Ringlets of red flowed south.
Emeralds for eyes.
Her heart pure.
Soon to be his.

As his smile wanded, the old warrior
slept on.  Dreams of land, love, and pain.
As angels and demons fought on.