Harimella, lady of ridge and water,
of lands worth holding, of a people of might
and daring, I call to you. O Harimella,
whose gifts of battle-wisdom and bravery
sustain men and women in desperate times,
whose voice it is that stirs the fearful to action,
whose guidance makes allies of enemies,
gives voice to the righteous and the just. Goddess,
your altar stood, so long ago, by the winding wall,
near the ragged bluff, your name–your fame–secured by stone.
Harimella who knows the good of forethought,
the good of a bold heart, I praise and honor you.