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Kathryn's Love Part III

After the Battle of Epona Plains
Part Three

A victory celebration
Soon began.

The Fall Harvest is ours,
Let the Norselanders starve,
Our men are brave warriors 
and we are Their wives 
and mothers. 
Their daughters 
and lovers.

The women sang 
As they danced 
around the bond fire
Covered in  blue clay
from sacred places. 
“A Gaelic Wiccan Womens Song” 

“Our men,
All brave to the one.
We are your women!
Our men saved our homelands!
From the hordes of the North.
Sing to how much 
They love us,
Our men.
They who fought
 So hard to save us.

Take our heroes 
To your beds,
We need the seed
Of our strong men.

Oh how our men
Need us now.
To create more sons,
Fighters and warriors
Who gave us their 

Love our men,
Our glorious men,
Our bloodline
Must be true.

The Pagan God's delighted,
Wiccan ways were true.
The women so willing,
 The wails of women 
In the throes of ecstasy 
Could be heard
By the Welshland Prince
On guard he
Up on the stone
Castle walls,
He knew they would

The ritual of fertility 
was practiced
until all the fertile women
 Were with child.
Every man a father or uncle.
Their fallen Warriors 
Would be 

Kathryn but a child
Of thirteen, 
Was not allowed to 

Her Ancient line of
Wiccan Witches and
Pagan God's
They protected,
More valuable
Than life
It's self.

So she silently chanted
White Witches enchantments
Under a blue moon 
That night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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