This is the second of three poems included in my Spirits' War Trilogy.
Image: Celtic Wolves by sfitzgerald
Soundtrack: Destination Tortuga by Antti Martikainen
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They were borne amidst the dew Of a foggy, balmy dawn Betwixt the ocean and the loch Omniscient of the morn
Roar of neither man nor beast Could turn the spirits Three Against the order, old and new To guard the earth and sea
Spirit one, Son of the Land His howl strong, Adhair in hand Would take the realm, but naught as fought Nor ruled; 'twas balance that he sought
Spirit two, the one called Ru Would seek adventure; mischief too O'er the hills and seas she flew With nature's children, born anew
And spirit three, the Life Force, he Sought solace among the centuries His bestial heart always be strong Yet scarred by those who did it wrong
His wrath, the ire of a patient man May devour the earth fast as it can Be it not for his oath to protect the land And all that reside, no matter their plan
The Lìog Airgid, formed for peace Must now fight and seek release From the chains that wind so tight Round the spirits; hear their plight
A Terran parent spawned the Three No gender, race, or species be Whichever form that's taken, sees The countless spirits of Earth that seek
