59. SISTER OF CLOUDS

Miles under her belt

In sky chariots Cuchulainn knew her

Called forth her lightning

Roared with her Thunder

Knelt before her

Asked her advice on magic...

Love and magic were

The same thing in those days

Mother wisdom

Outlawed since Kurgan's Tophet

The new male order

Had burnt their lies into her flesh

And all she had left was her magic

And her magic people

Surrounded by the darkest clouds

The world had ever known

Cuchulainn came to her

Carried her in his arms

Together they called

And the wounded Light struggled forth

And gave the promise

But that is all long ago...

Now she is just

Another sister of clouds

She is as quiet as a windless day

When she looks upon her sisters

And upon her brothers

And upon the world

For which she has awaited

Seven Thousand years