I
will not be denied - men, I want them all
King, rebel or Bard matters not
I am Maeve, the Goddess of Sovereignty
flaming hair, eyes of green - intoxicating
one look upon my face, they are mine
Queen of Connacht, essence of Ireland herself
fertile and fair, come to me if you dare
The Queen of Fairy, I can be
a young girl, innocent and pretty,
an old hag to fill your heart with pity,
a white horse with fire and speed
the music of my soul keeps them intrigued
shapeshifting I can be the wind
tugging at the heartstrings of plenty
but, cross me not, I warn thee
for your life will pass into eternity.
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Maeve ©
Karen Adams 2005