As a side note, this explains in some detail where I got my penname from and the stories that surround it.
Enjoy!
Battle Cry
Proud and mighty Cu Chulainn,
Champion and hero of Ulster,
Foolishly rejected your love,
Audaciously wounded you,
Sealing his fate.
The men of Ulster lost their hero,
In the battle against the warrior Queen Medb ?s forces,
Too late to save him,
The champion died upright,
As you landed on his shoulder, crowing your delight.
No mortal,
No matter how great,
Can withstand the price,
To stem such an offense;
The payment of death.
That mistake won?t be made again.
Let the enemy quiver with fear,
When crows encircle their camp,
Portending imminent doom with jarring cries,
And phantoms haunt their dreams,
Instilling terror among the most hardened men.
Stand upon the ruins of the battlefield,
Garbed in your intricately decorated armor of gold,
Two elaborately carved spears in your hand,
A jewel encrusted shield by your feet,
All fashioned by the smith gods for the purpose of war.
In the aftermath,
Your fey green eyes will survey the carnage,
As a tiny smile curves your crimson lips,
Framing a stern, unyielding face,
Surrounded by swirling, wind-blown raven black hair.
Great Morrighan of the Tuatha De Danann,
Supreme Goddess of War,
Hear this cry and answer,
With a brilliant victory.
AWWWWWW 
*jumps up & down*