Long ago when men were men and women strong and free,
They dared the heights and sang a song and left upon the sea,
When mother Morrigan with bloodied hands predicted what would be,
Now time has passed and days grow short, and freedom wants it’s fee,
I’d use this chance to make her smile if it were up to me,
Of reavers, betrayers, old man, false lawyers, these are plain to see,
As are our lost children, men without valor, nor women’s modesty,
Do we wait for no flowers or food and forests without a tree?
Dare we bow our mother’s head, to fulfill her prophecy?

JDoyle