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One had elected to bewitch,
One had escaped, and then got hitched,
One was sacrificed in a ditch,
Their spouse’s anger a fever pitch,
Changing as oft’ as weather.
The last was different, yet still the same,
For love was always to blame,
Regardless from whence it came,
Oh, but the last, was clever,
As bright as arctic heather.
The first, had bartered heart for gold,
The second, had fled the vows of old,
The third, stood trembling, pale and cold,
A fourth, let jealous hands take hold.
Each fate unchanged when severed.
The last, with billowing hair like flame,
Had played fortune’s most tender game,
Met her gruesome end all the same,
With no fear whatsoever.
And bound her and babe together.
For the last, was clever,
Her love would guard forever.
She stood fierce where others fell,
Ash and dust and smoke, did knell
Doom and death, with a tolling bell,
She bore power well, let it swell
Unbowed by mortal tremor.
For love, once forged in searing flame,
Outlived both grief and gilded fame.
Though she would fall, a legacy came,
And kept memory fresher,
No other end was better.
Rasing her arms to act as shield,
A soldier on the battlefield.
The Blood and bone she chose to wield.
To mistress fate she would not yield,
To protect a treasure.
Her flesh and fortitude were pressed,
With soul and certainty in her chest.
To Lord Donn, she knelt at request,
And was welcomed with pleasure,
For, he had seen her measure.
Oh yes, the last was clever,
For a mother’s love endures forever.
Her spirit blazing, ever fierce,
A writhing darkness, she did pierce.
Sorrowful mourning, and endless tears,
Replaced the war’s shadowy years,
And those of dreadful pressure.
The world’s bleakness replaced with light.
A dark blight was quelled by her might.
The future finally quite bright.
The heroine at leisure,
Left behind a successor.
Little Sowilo carved on crown,
Would soon run his enemies down.
In flaming fire, they would drown.
A blessing or a curse embrowned
The babe, light as feather.
Some day he’d grow up big and strong,
And return to right what was wrong.
Dragging everyone else along,
To achieve the endeavour,
As Lord Donn’s new tether.
Oh yes, the last was clever,
Her love would march forever.
And when at last her breath was stilled,
a cold replaced her warmth, once killed.
No shadow claimed what she had willed
Her dying wish became fulfilled,
Child warded from transgressor.
The great birth of darkness’s bane,
Her memory hummed in every vein,
Through fire and iron and rain.
Unafraid of whomever
His resolve never fettered.
With inky night above his brow
Protected by an unbroken vow
Against the spawn of yew tree bough
While storm-winds bent to Morai somehow
And whispered all together
Her sigil burned in hidden rune,
A rising star, a blood-red moon,
A promise whispered all too soon,
To end the aggressor,
Their world’s oppressor.
Her wisdom guiding ever
Oh yes, the last was clever.
As her love endured forever.