The Mórrígan by Martin Hanley
Old friend, Great Queen forever hovering near. Heart of a Raven, your drum beats loud and clear. Sister’s three who soar on high; watchful eyes nervously scan the sky. Your moonlit magic and prophetic signs; the bellowing war hoard threads woven; number nine. Badb and Macha and Morigu three, dark feathers shape shift in your netherworld unseen. The evil eye drew your lover down; on Moytura field not another sound. Revenge draped sweetly on smiling lips as the river runs deep beneath my dreams. In our veins together you forever sleep.
Copyright © Martin Hanley June 13 th 2014