Leanann-Sidhe
.
Sing of lore traditional
Feel the touch forbidden
Sing to me, your muse & bane
the fire in your shell
that burns you to a husk
Your name is strung in history's tide
your lust, your soul,
are mine
.
Through poets and philosophers
your works are bound immemorial
to my kiss,
your mind enflamed and
filled my lips,
glutted scavenging ravens
sustained their cries
fed my people
your death has served the Sidhe
.
-Moon Sidhe © 1998