Celtic Imaginary Poem by Agatha Eliza

The clouds have burst into the twilight
and crimson rays pierced the sea,
the waves were calm, and silent
and in my heart they settled harmony.

I prowled within the passage of the time
of hidden treasures in the night
and dew drops lingered for awhile;
adorning my triumph with a warming smile.

So many marvels did my eyes encountered
but such never dreamt existed-
the gold cliffs surrounding the sea
and stars above, shining regardless of me.

And so the ship I travelled came ashore;
all my thoughts head to the old-
preparing the path for those who were
longing to embrace the way of sacred lore.

This is the place where all magic has began
and vivid threads of history emerged
behold the toll I lay upon thy burning altar-
mighty queen and goddess, beloved Mor-Rioghain!

I hear the holy incantations of mystic ruins
and hope I'm blessed to be like thee;
a raven, a part of its celestial journey
the maiden hunter worthy for war-like spoils.