On hearing my death

Sky takes my breath, says An Morrigan in warcry

Her crow caws, her hallowed morning song,

Oracle, I hear her, my pride takes her death,

Love unresolved, lashing blessed, placed in flesh,

Come to life with no purpose, but evoke,

Higher love, in a moment, upon her song, you hang

I, witness to your dream, domme morrigan, but mortal