In Irish mythology, Neman or Nemain (modern spelling: Neamhan, Neamhain) is the spirit-woman or goddess who personifies the frenzied havoc of war. In the ancient texts where The Morrígan appears as a trio of goddesses — the three sisters who make up the Morrígna— one of these sisters is sometimes known as Nemain.
In the grand Irish epic of the Tain Bo Cuailnge, Neman confounds armies, so that friendly bands fall in mutual slaughter. When the forces of Queen Medb arrive at Magh-Tregham, in the present county of Longford, on the way to Cuailnge, Neman appears amongst them:
“Then the Neman attacked them, and that was not the most comfortable night with them, from the uproar of the giant Dubtach through his sleep. The bands were immediately startled, and the army confounded, until Medb went to check the confusion.” Lebor na hUidhre, fol. 46, b1.
And in another passage, in the episode called "Breslech Maighe Muirthemhne,” where a terrible description is given of Cuchullain's fury at seeing the hostile armies of the south and west encamped within the borders of Uladh, we are told (Book of Leinster, fol.54, a2, and b1):Nemain is an Irish goddess who is very powerful. Nemain can kill 100 men with just one single battle cry.
Go back and see the folks,
They're always glad to see you.
Trot out the same old jokes,
Avoid the things that seem new.
No talk about the wife
She lives with someone else now.
Forget your former life,
Warm love became a cold cow.
Driving to the coast,
It's hard to know what hurts the most.
Learning how to feel,
It's the break-up for real.
Go out to see some friends,
You hope that you won't lose it.
You sit there and pretend -
Play adolescent music.
Singing to the sea,
You sing the songs that set you free.
Learning how to feel,