Morrigan Poems - Poems about Morrigan

...From shadowed glens, where legends sleep, Three figures rise, secrets to keep. The Morrigan, a raven's wing, Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang. Of war, of fate, a chilling hand, To claim......

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...babe I stumbled home— drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin but you—your copper mane ablaze— my wild Morrigan a feral Celtic Faerie Queene wagi......

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...With wings as black as night, what death holds sway By powers strong and ancient, death’s favored creature Spirits burst to song at the Morrigan’s passing With dark song filling the air, tulips wi......

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...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......

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...At Tintagel by Michael R. Burch That night, at Tintagel, there was darkness such as man had never seen... darkness and treachery, and the unholy thundering of the sea... In his arms, ......

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...Red Sonnet Deadly Crow bathed in Innocent Blood Sorrow Cries Above......

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...The story of the thirsty crow, heard during school days as we grew... How best in it its wisdom used, to quench its thirst that summer day An efficient use of available resource, to realise a f......

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...Ravaged Raven On returning from work, I always pass near the cemetery And always find no life moving there, almost same scenery. But today was a different day. I stopped my car at the gate The......

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...Be sure your deeds do not awaken, The Morrigan and her hellhounds, As then, your soul is forsaken! So deep within conscious abyss, Where the secrets of dreams reside, Devoid of innocent remiss. Ave......

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...Ancient goddess, greatly feared Maiden, Mother, and Crone all adhered Independence, strength and fertility near The Morrigan, The Morrigan Through the dark and fog she treads To the misty rive......

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...With nimble imploring Of a tale found quite pretentious, I found: My sisters, my comrades, Obtained skills some found offensive. They roamed the hills of Scotland, Burdene......

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