"morrighan" poems
Langhuiris,
Hailed by your power.
Beside Bhafel the ill,
Cause chaos and fire.
Beyond a shaman,
Only power of the Falcon.
Shall save Erinn,
From the War of the Fomors.
Ruairi,
Will await her arrival.
Precious Triona's dead knight.
Move on and reconcile.
He will fight,
Ending the fire.
Ending the hell,
But destroying the Goddess.
Thy Falcon,
Thou must saveth Morrighan.
To keep balance,
In Erinn.
The soul stream call,
To its Guiding Hero.
Man and Woman,
Will Save this world.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
When the moon rises and the sun gives way,
The shadows creep forth as She enters the fray.
The strike of her spear will end your day;
The Morrighan's ravens will take you away.
She who darkens the battlefield skies;
She who listens to the soldiers' cries.
She flies over the fields on black wings,
Vigilant of those ready to hear how Death sings.
But She is protective and nurturing, should She choose,
Just as easily as She decides who will win or lose.
Glory and defeat, life and death,
She is The Morrighan, praise under your breath.
When the moon rises and the sun gives way,
The shadows creep forth as She enters the fray.
The strike of her spear will end your day;
The Morrighan's ravens will take you away.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
Thy dark jewel of beauty.
Eyes of mischief,
Wings spread.
Onyx Death.
Red eyes of Blood,
Dark Jewel has awakened.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC