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Brigid

Brigid Druid daughter Born on the Threshold As the sun Rose Neither Within Nor Without The Door is Open To this World And Th' other.


Cailleach

Old woman of winter Dreaming in Her slumber Awaken from The cave In Tir-Nan-Og On Bride's Eve She sips from the Well of youth Transformed into Bride She returns to The prime of life And before her Eyes The Spring Has come

Warrior Goddess

Don't you see You are but Pawns In the course Of battle Your fate has Been decided. The Warrior Goddess As blood Is shed Has taken Shape In the guise Of a Crow Scouring now for Carrion.

Washer Woman

Beware Young warriors Off to battle Take care Your armour Is carefully Stowed Beware The warrior Goddess In guise Young maiden Washing by The stream Don't be taken in Washing your armour Signaling Your doom



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