Goddess of war, enlightened by visions,
Neamhain walks through forest and field.
Seeking truth, written in thunder and rain,
she fights without sword or shield.
Guided by presences formless though real,
she reads messages in the sky.
Neamhain gets up everytime,
because her strength never dies.
Wolfs are her companions
and trees her guides, her friends.
They speak the same language,
though no one understands.
They mock her and they judge her,
claim she is evil. A witch! No good.
She fears their aggressiveness…
She is misunderstood.
Seeker of purity and stillness,
in a world of sorrow and sin.
Defender of vision and infinity.
Her name was Neamhain.
