Three Colors Represent My Lady's Faces... White... Red... And Black... These Colors which grace my Arms. White, as the Rose in Spring, Which Heralds new Life, Rebirth... Red, as the Crimson Tide Of Blood loosed in War, Which changes the face Of what is and what was, What will be... Black as the feathers of Ravens. Black as Death's Fog Which erases Life's Pains And makes way for Rest, Peace and Solitude... Three Signs My Lady gives for Everyone... The New Moon Which soon begins to Grow. The Full Moon Whose nourishing Power Shines on All. The Waning Moon, When Dying leads to Life Anew... Three kinds of Love My Lady has for me... The Love of a Mother, Cradling a crying babe. The Love of a Mistress, Gasping in Passion's Ecstatic throes. The Love of Her Majesty, Ruling My Life in Her Wisdom. Three Things My Lady asks of me... My Body... My Blood... And My Spirit... I serve My Lady with all of these... Unfaltering... Unwavering... Unfailing... Three Times I offer these... In the Past... Now... And in the Future... For As Long As The Wheel May Turn. For I am a Warrior... Copyright 1990 and 1997 by Cian Mac Grainne
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