Domme morrigan: a response

Inspiration the Morrigan’s Satire Poem

In Daimler

Carried aloft in your victory, my heart held in your teeth

Only beats for you, g

Pass me godlike, while on each nightmare haunts

You riding me, my own morrigan

Ending this miserable life, blood dripping grinning

Your stare pulse of black heat

All about you – my heart you’ve cracked open – cackle,

Cackle, guilty domme morrigan