Trebaruna
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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