THE TALE OF Paddy O:Rourke
I lay on blood stained battle ground
with perished comrades groaning sound
crashing swords,as knife hit knife
what hellish place,to lose yir life
and closed my dying tired eyes
amidst the fighting,warrior:s cries
for reason still unknown to me
i open eyes ,before me see
a woman , taking form of crow
appears in times of wrath and woe
at time of death releases soul
in raven feathers black as coal
she whispers in my ear… goodbye
i scream at her ,don’t let me die
oh morrigan,please let me live
my meg ,a child i want to give
she stares then smiles,.. then walks away
and lets me live ,another day
she spared this merest mortals life
returned to land ,returned to wife
she comes at death ,takes bravest men
but let me live,raise children ten
the morrigan,a goddess queen
on battle ground that day i seen
so now on newest eve of year
to the morrigan i raise a cheer
and if on roof.there’s ravens sat
wish them good morning then tip my hat
© eliza 2010
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