A Hymn to the Morrígan

A Hymn to the Morrígan May 27, 2014

O Morrígan,

You are an ancient power.

Before blade and bullet,

Before tooth and talon,

You were there, feeding the grass with blood.

O Queen,

Teach me to face my rage and sadness and shame

And mold them into weapons

That slice through delusion

From now until the end of things.

Help me walk in love and peace,

O lamenter of souls.

Let me look upon your face without fear.

So mote it be.

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