An Bean Sidhe

In the dead of night you will hear me cry
I will come to earth and you will die
You cannot escape this terrible fate
Your time has come and the hour is late

In the robes and veils of grey
In peaceful rest I cannot lay
I come to your home to warn of death
I walk the land but draw no breath

I take the form of a hooded crow
And gaze at the carnage of battle below
Or on land, in the guise of a Hare
Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare

I am the Goddess of sword and spear
A sorrowful mourn, means I am near
My presence will fill all men with dread
I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead