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Rated: E · Poetry · Folklore · #2097272
An heiress chosen to protect the denizens of the ancient hills of Eire
Kathleen McNamara

I heard the townsfolk whisper Lady Morghana had died
I knew that she had crossed the veil the night the Banshee cried
“Who would be the Chatelaine?” was the question they all asked
They all knew the Druid’s Cane to her son would never pass

The cane is carved of ancient oak and engraved with swirls and runes
It is capped with a skull of ivory, the color of the moon
The cane, a royal scepter, held by leaders very wise
Who were chosen by the ivory skull when green would glow the eyes

In the manner of the old ones, the story now is sung
Of how the heir was chosen when she was very young
The tale is of a flame-haired girl and the Master’s little boy
Who chanced upon the Druid’s Cane and thought it was a toy

“Look at the eyes, they shine so green,” laughed the little girl
The eyes did blaze with emerald fire as she traced an ancient swirl
“Give it to me,” cried the boy as he grabbed the ivory head
But at his touch the color changed and the eyes glowed bloody red

The Master and the Mistress were witness to this scene
The Laird hung his head in sadness; he knew what the red did mean
The Ancient Ones had spoken, their message very plain
Father and son would protect the girl until her time to reign

Her mother was a Druidess and her father of the Fae
She had been sent to Mohrhya Manor to learn the Druid’s ways
Her kin were of the mountains, children of the Hollow Hills
Where it is said the wizard Merlin sleeps among them still

As the new Mistress of Mohrhya and the mountains I hold dear
My studies of the ancient ways have made it all so clear
It is the Wee folk I am protecting, from the worst of humankind
The Fairy Mounds and Crystal Caves they never are to find

They will sing again of Mohrhya, how the Mistress holds the key
To peace among the peoples, and keeps the Fairy Kingdoms free
Surely we will need again for the skull to choose so wise
And we will know the rightful heir by those emerald-fired eyes

* Pronounced: Mor-eye-ah
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