Goddess of Battle Fate By Arian Niwl Men struggle with curses and shouts Ground soaked with flowing life’s blood The battle rages without any doubts Warrior’s fall into the red soaked mud I watch with dark raven sharp eyes A spectacle and scene that is a play Wearing on my shoulder as a guise Raven feathers while I watch the fray The die has been cast as I already know To whom the victor, to whom the defeat My ravens have already made the crow And already death has made ready to meet Soon the battle predetermined will end And these my ravens shall fest on the dead All the souls to the Otherworld will ascend Across the battlefield then I shall tread Maiden, Mother, Crone am I naught No! I am Goddess of the dark of the moon I the Warrior Woman that is seldom sought Only the brave will seek me to commune I have been known by many a name Morrigon, Areonwen are just a few The Goddess of battle fate I do claim And those wise should honour me true

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