Warriors of the Goddess

Rise now all from the Lady's battlefield
For this war shall never yield
Axe to axe, sword to sword
No one dares to say a word
Blood and limbs fall to the ground
This is the gore all around
Screams echo throughout the plain
Sounds of triumph and of pain
The music of battle plays loud and true
Fight and die is all they must do
Warrior to champion in a day
Now his lifeless body eternally shall lay
Goddess and God watch from above
Gazing upon their followers full of love
Another body, down forever
Trampled upon, noticed none what so ever
The warriors have tears upon their faces
Agony and love that will show for ages
Rise again to fight once more
Wounds heal like a closing door
They pick up their weapons as they rise
And bring upon their enemies great demise
Eternally they shall battle for their Goddess
And through that love, to them she will eternally bless

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is written from the point of view of a Celtic Cleric

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