A Woman's Adventure - Part One

Maiden, Mother, Crone;

Three stages of women,

All the same and are one.

Sisters;

Come gather round!

Swords-woman;

Have a care in carrying your blade.

Mistress of the Blade;

War calls to you,

March with your sisters side by side.

But have a care and be careful;

Do not lose your life.

Maiden;

Have a care that you do not cut yourself.

War has a way to steal a Maiden's innocence,

So have a care and be careful.

Mother;

Off to War you go and leave your family behind,

You are protecting them from the evils of the world.

But have a care and be careful;

War has a way of stealing a Mother from her family.

Crone;

The sword has become heavy to lift

And the armor has become hard to wear.

Where will your weary bones rest after battle?

Have a care and be careful;

War is never gentle but He does honor the Matriarch.

Enchantress;

Have a care of the Arcane.

Lady of Magic;

The World of Magic can be dangerous.

But have a care and be careful;

That you do not burn your life away.

Maiden;

Have a care that you do not burn yourself,

Wonders you will see but at a price

Have a care and be careful.

Mother;

Wonder-wielding and fire-fierce,

You weave spells to protect your children.

But have a care and be careful;

There is a price to pay.

Crone;

Your cauldron is overflowing,

You hold knowledge of great wonders

Teach others of what you know.

But have a care and be careful;

Your body and mind

Are paying the price.

Adventure awaits you but...

Are you willing to pay the price?

Maiden, Mother, Crone;

Swords can become too heavy to lift later on.

Swords can shatter in the forge or in battle or rust in the rain;

Swords can be sheathed in scabbards or in death.

Through your wanderings and at adventure's end;

Will you lay in an unmarked and nameless grave?

Adventures hold many choices...

What path will you choose?

Maiden, Mother, Crone;

The Arcane can be dangerous to follow.

Fires go out, dimmed in ash and frozen in ice;

Your light fades before it burns out

And leaves you blackened.

Through your wanderings and at adventure's end;

Will you lay in an unmarked and nameless grave?

Maiden, Mother, Crone;

Three stages of women,

All the same and are one.

Maiden;

Your adventure has begun,

Hone your blade and hands.

Mother;

Swords and scabbards vary in size,

A lens of light may spark a light.

Crone;

Your feet have become weary

And your bones must rest.

Sisters;

Come gather round...

No matter how many adventures you wonder on;

There is only one thing you must keep in mind...

When your adventure ends and your spirit needs rest;

Remember your family is waiting for your return home

And that is where your heart lies.

Maiden, Mother, Crone...

Your adventure has begun!