Upon the sidhe mounds she stands
and keens across the fog-enshrouded moor
to herald death upon the race of man
with wails of sorrow,
sharp and pure.
Her ruby mane streams in the wind
and she in cloak
and emerald dress is clad.
Her task complete,
she turns away,
with faerie soul made sad.
Into the mound she disappears,
down to her chthonic throne,
where with the faerie kings she sits,
upon a seat of bone.
It's there she rules and bides her time,
till death is once more sure,
when then again she'll rise above
and keen across the moor.
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A Mind's Eye
PoetryA collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from d...
