This is actually a series of riddles. Can you tell the person each paragraph describes?
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Eight Riddles
Bainidhe Dubh
1.
This grassy hillock on which I stand
is made of bones so old I can't smell them.
The moon in the sky cries three tears
the sound of her sorrow ringing in my ears.
2.
A black hole in my right hand
A song of sorrow my father sang before me
The sin of the father, passed to the son
Standing on sinking ground.
My tale is barely begun
and soon to be over.
3.
I am falling through water that is long run dry
Time passes quickly, it goes so slow
Like grains of sand washed in a stream going backwards.
Fog rolls over this sinking land
Time flows backwards in this bone eating well.
4.
There is a boomerang on my back
My white clothing hides my black
The sins of the mother, passed to the child
Weak and wary but no rest for a while.
5.
My brother rests in hallowed earth.
A song of sorrow even you know:
The sins of the foe passed about.
I am a whirlwind with bejeweled legs
I am a lover slapped in the face.
I stand now on sinking ground.
6.
A bow is strapped on my side;
A quiver of arrows, filled with lies.
Time cannot touch me, a dead monk's words
Death rolls over my sinking land.
Time flows nothing over this girl.
7.
From my heart a battle poured forth
Oh my soul was split in twain
I am part of the future;
Part of the healer of pain.
8.
I am white and I am gold,
A gatherer of the dead men's hands.
I am scarred but I'm not too old.
A child of mercy, I did set free.
I yearn for what's found in my brother's eyes
My sword is pure but to me it lies.
