Trebaruna

A woman who is stronger than the iron,
With black hair running like the wind,
She makes freedom one of her desires,
In her hands swords and arrows spin.

She carries the secret of death
And a light of military glory,
She shows her incredible wrath,
And her life is a distant story.

She reads the book of the rebels,
Listens to anthems of gods,
Along the river she travels,
And anger in warriors she ignites.

© Maryna Tchianova

© A tribute to Trebaruna, a goddess of mystery and war.


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