Maeve; A Soliloquay
Can She hear my inner voice?
Or see that I`m distraught
These distich rhymes, so be fraught
With melancholy and rejoice
Can She see my inner sight?
Through Her, life cycles inhale
Through Her, life cycles exhale
Maeve, dost thou know my plight?
Can She feel my inner heart?
My sated heart, for Her I love
Warrioress Queen Maeve from above
Mote I tarry, ne`er to part
In Her Queendom of Connacht, I wait
Tinne holly tanist requits my crown
I covet Her wisdom; The Holy Round
In The Oracle of Maeve.............lay my fate
.............I am fore`er Her Aillil