St. Patrick Finds Ferguson and Medb

The charioteer found Ferguson and Medb
Entwined upon the grass, as warriors fought
In the plains of Eire. Beautiful was she,
And perky her thighs wrapped around his waist.
Their war was set, and Ailill knew none the wiser:
For Ferguson was verile and only he could satisfy her lust.

St. Patrick found them, in the weeds and looked away in horror.
“My friends, if such be the product of the gods
“I think all men’s love shall grow sour.”
For Patrick upon his chariot roamed
Not before making this prophecy…
More potent than the Necromancer’s of his home:
“The day you both are found in the pools
“And nude, breast to breast,
“Shall be the day you die, oh wicked Ferguson,
“And Ferguson, you shall die, and only draw blood against a dog.
“That will be your only payment for a life
“Borne by adultery.”