Lugh
the long-armed, master of every art
airLugh won a seat among the gods by proving he alone held every skill at once; to dream of him is to be reminded that all your scattered talents are meant one day to serve a single, radiant purpose.
Fragments
His spear thirsts so fiercely for slaughter that between wars it must be kept quenched in a cauldron of dark poppy-water, lest it fly out on its own.
He came to the shining fort a stranger, and named craft after craft until the doorkeeper had no reason left to keep the god of all skills outside.
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