Grainné

Her hair is dyed
A violent bloodthirsty orange-red.

She is Grainné and her face
Is framed by hungry flames.

It is she who kills her mate!
She who slays with a smile!
Three-fold Queen of love and bliss!
Hers the scourge!
Hers the kiss!

Her summer sun will scorch your lips,
Parch your tongue, lift you higher.

Her winter moon too cool to warm your blood,
Fill your belly, feed your fire.

Her tongue that coos as a dove
will morph from pleasure-glove
By degrees to acid-knife and
Never flinch to take your life.

It is she who sings of war!
She who devours the dead!
The bright twin of Battle Raven!
Hers the living!
Hers the dead!

Her hair is dyed
A violent bloodthirsty
Shade of sword-gore red.

She is Grainné and her face
Is framed by hungry flames.