A poem
They banished me without remorse to lands beyond the pale,
with nothing more than two girl slaves and one young eunuch male.
They hoped that I would live my years in isolated hell,
and in old age I’d pass away, or so the legends tell.
But I was Prince Talorgan, proud son of Onios,
and bearer of the standard, the holy Pictish Cross.
So in this new land I grew strong, the slave girls bore me sons,
I trained and armed the local tribe, now my name no one shuns.
For I am now Talorgan the ruler of Glencoe,
and soon I will return to wreak great havoc on my foe,
so Alba will remember those epic battles fought
with Dalriada to unite the Briton and the Scot.