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
naked.
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
All.
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
Stood.
Up on the stone
Castle walls,
He knew they would
Return.
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
Proud.
Kathryn but a child
Of thirteen,
Was not allowed to
Dance.
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.
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