270. The Young Celtic Witch
Their great leader, a warrior king, was named Arnulf the Old.
They had crossed a vast ocean, these Germanic sea raiders,
King Arnulf lead his people to this Isle for land, and for gold.
As soon as the Saxons beached their ships on the shore,
Their warriors marched quickly inland from village to village,
These proud Germanic soldiers were bred for killing and war,
The Saxons were spurred on by their greed, rape, and pillage.
Soon the countryside ran red as the Britain' s blood spilled,
No one from the smallest child to the eldest was spared,
There was no way to know how many innocents were killed,
The Saxons, in their vain glory, could hardly have cared.
Then King Arnulf came to a small village, at the edge of a lake,
Where he was met, at its outskirts, by a young Celtic girl.
She told the evil king he should leave now, for his own sake,
King Arnulf laughed at the child, whose hair was still in a curl.
The girl knelt on the ground, raised her hands high in the air,
She summoned her power, as the Saxons laughed and roared.
Then suddenly a mighty wind blew through her red curly hair,
And struck at these evil Saxon invaders, as sharp as a sword .
By the time the witch rose up, many of the Saxons had fled,
The red haired girl then showed them she could be quite a bitch.
With her strong magic she made sure the rest were cold dead,
And her village was saved by the power of the young Celtic witch.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.