To the Morrigan, My Soul

Dark Mother of battle’s rage,
Keeper of fate’s bloodied page,
Your ravens circle overhead
Where warriors lie among the dead.

Triple Goddess of the slain,
Dancing through the crimson rain,
Your laughter echoes through the night
Where sword meets sword in sacred fight.

Phantom Queen of sovereignty,
Wild heart of prophecy,
I hear your call in storm-crow’s cry,
In thunder rolling through the sky.

Macha of the flowing hair,
Badb who makes the brave souls dare,
Nemain of the frenzied dance,
I feel your power in war-spear’s glance.

At the ford where waters run,
Where destiny’s thread is spun,
You wash the bloodstains from the field,
While heroes to your wisdom yield.

In your eyes burns ancient fire,
In your voice, divine desire,
Shape-shifter, battle-queen supreme,
You haunt my every waking dream.

Great Queen of the Other Side,
Where shadow-truths and power reside,
Accept my oath of fealty,
As I bow before your majesty.

For in my blood your wildness flows,
In my heart your darkness grows,
And though your path brings fear and strife,
It leads to wisdom, death, and life.

Morrigan, I speak your name,
Feel your power’s sacred flame,
Take my soul into your flight,
Through realms of shadow, day and night.