Writing

The Daughter of the Moon

Her coming was foretold by the fine-tailed star
Overhead Beltane night, ten sixty-six
Her birthright, etched on her flesh, a crescent moon scar:
A symbol of the magic called Bròn Seud by the Picts
In the sky Beltane night, ten sixty-six,
Embers of the bonefire soared.
Triangular magic called Bròn Seud by the Picts
She protects as she heads toward Normandy's shore
Embers of the bonefire soar
In her thoughts as she drifts far from home
On the square-rigger headed for Normandy's shore
She swallows her fear of the dark and unknown
In her thoughts as she lands far from home
Is a sight that shakes her to the core.
She swallows her fear; William's ships on the Somme
As the Duke prepares for a war.
A sight that shakes her to the core:
Five thousands knights, all thirsty for blood
And the Duke will wage this war
Taking with him the knight that she loves.
Five thousands knights thirsty for blood
Sailed for England that September night
He goes, too, the knight that she loves
And her magic's told her he will die
They sail to England that September night
She foresees death; William becomes king.
Thought the magic's said her knight will die
She believes she can change this one thing.
And there was death, and William's now king.
All England bends to his will.
She believed she could change that one thing,
But her love lies on the battlefield, still.
All England bows to his will
And her knight stands at the King's side
Never knowing he laid on the battlefield - still
That she brought him back after he died.
Her knight stands at the King's side
On Christmas Day, ten sixty-six
She brought him back after he died
With magic known as Bròn Seud to the Picts.
It was the year ten sixty-six.
A sorceress marked with a crescent moon scar
Healed her love with the magic of the Picts;
Her birthright, given by a fine-tailed star.