The Six.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look a those woman we all pray to in our own ways!
A thought grows clear and serves her accrued,
Glimmers of honesty expel from papers arena,
Talent is known and wisdom is always thought,
Clever women grant wishes from the one Athena.
A verse so tangled that she works hard to solve,
Prayers guided by men that seek redemption rigid,
Spirited souls fly high to meet the one protection,
Ah hear us writers our dear sweet Bridgid.
Weather changes as seasons do with flat people,
A hand sculpts faces so clear but never soaked ashen,
Globes of nonsense are seen from pillars straight,
Oh feline of others shaped for statues of Cerridwen.
Those unscarred beauties that never lay down with men,
Take scripts that polish hopes of held manna,
Clear and subtle flesh coveted strong and forever,
Protect them closely the lofty Diana.
Gallop hard and strong black animals of haste,
Make movements on those heretics of Estonia,
I heard that rumour you left men behind,
Take heed of w****s that tell tales Epona.
Lay waste to all those angry fighters of wars,
You love with fierce plight and leave scars nova,
Hatred and spikes lay close by your amble breast,
The green light shines lowly on you now Freya.
© 2013 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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