"Come home. You've played with the Greeks long enough, come home, Son of Nial."
Except, as I read more, perhaps she doesn't need me as the Son of Nial. Perhaps she needs me as the Daughter of Nial. The Morrigan is one of the Crone goddesses, the one who aids those in transition between life and death and life again.
She has always been a part of my life, although i didn't know it, the Great Queen and the guardian of witches. Autumn is her time. Red and violet are her colors (as well as black). Her elements are fire, which i love and water which I am.
I have been reading and learning and will continue to learn more.
The Queen of Ghosts and Shadows has summoned me. But not, I think, as a warrior. As a spell-slinger and bard, as a psychopomp.
I have not yet begun writing her poetry, but this spoke to me.
Song to the Morrigan
Queen of Phantoms,
Blood soaked earth
and rushing river ford
are your domain
Your gifts are madness,
death, and battle-frenzy
You appear, dancing
from sword point
to shield rim,
I sing to you with
a crow's voice, shrieking
I sing to you with
strength and anger
Queen of Nightmares
The joining of rivers
and deep delving caves
are your domain
Your gifts are prophecy,
destruction, or victory
You appear, washing
the clothes of the doomed,
red with gore,
I sing to you with
a voice of blood, crimson
I sing to you with
pain and sorrow
Great Queen
The boiling whirlpool
and fertile field
are your domain
Your gifts are sovereignty,
success, and victory
You appear, offering
your blessing to those
willing to pay the price
I sing to you with
a wolf's voice, howling
I sing to you with
passion and purpose
Copyright Morgan Daimler, 2013
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