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A druid lingers among the stones of Ulaid

The fog breaches from the sea

Hooded crows throng and cackle overhead

This night he must augur the coming of war

Scald-crows gather skyward ready for the violence

He prepares the scapula waiting for a message

Dancing shadows through the smoke of the sacred fire

War sisters congregate to direct the outcome

A ram's right shoulder blade to reveal fate

It should be boiled clean – no remaining flesh!

Blemishes and indents reveal premonitions

Badb flies above in the misty dimness

Féth Fíada conceals the sage impeding interruption

He carefully coddles bone in his blackened cauldron

The firelight stretches over ancient stones

Goddesses encircle tight to instill ardor

An adept reader of bone must read the largest hole

Position should be confirmed – to reveal death!

Scapula for survival of due carnage

Morrígan sends a croak into the hazy gloominess

A ram's right shoulder blade to reveal fate

It should be boiled clean – no remaining flesh!

Blemishes and indents reveal premonitions

Nemain observes through the fog-strewn murkiness

The eye of the bone faces upward to the sky

Where the war crows reside in obscurity

The seer inspects his token of fortune

To evade death or die in great fury