Baininscneach Dorcha

Youthful vigour New cycle
Hecate guiding souls on the descent to the shadowy depths

Trade? Will you?
Fantasy versus Consistency                                 I will leave.

Go on little bird land inside my clawed paws
Then I will rip you and shred you and tear you in two
Feel thunder and vengeance, and oh! it will be well due
if you step in my cave and spit in my face then watch as it twists with malicious disgrace

Curses, the first of dark seeds sown
from mother to daughter
between flesh and bone
Divine Dark Feminine the balance to Light
Will always rear its head when I must fight.