On the cold floor
She saves me once more
as She did walking through
fields of wheat
while the barn burned
behind my footsteps
all that haunts in colour
must be now be viewed
in black and white
nothing is truly buried
merely veiled
for a brief amount of time
let the chill of blade
comfort fevered depression
Badb's face
twisted and grave
a scream within serene
wings outstretched
enveloping
place three hopes (not wishes)
in the cauldron she demanded
as I knelt before Her
the lid slowly sealed their fates
while blood rose to my knees
then to mouth as I renewed my oath
the death of your friend
was also death of yourself
the words circled my head
as skin felt sore on sand
propelled into the ocean
as crows flocked above
salt burning every sense
red dagger severs the past
for you need to breathe life
not live in shadows
death has cast
Badb's expression
gnarled and unsettling
wings outstretched
enveloping
Hail Morrigan
Battle crow and Healer
Hail Morrigan
Lady and Goddess
of Sovereignty
Hail Morrigan
my Queen
I bow only to You
Poetry ©Words Among Trees
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