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Friday, December 30, 2011

Hymm to Morrigann

O Morrigann, we call your name
Across the dusty years.
You speak to us, of blood and lust.
You show us all our fears.
You are a Goddess, old and wise.
Of Holy power you have no dearth.
Beneath your wings, black, red and white,
We learn of death and birth.

You walk about, this ancient land,
Your hungers raw and clear.
You make the crops, grow rich and strong,
As well your geese and deer.
A flirting maid, a lusty hag,
A mother of great girth:
Without the touch, of your black wings,
We cannot heal the earth.
So Mote it Be   )0(

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