The Flight of The Morrigan

And from the hearts of men,
Bloodied and glorious as Cú Chulainn,
Sprung daughter of Ernmas,
The Morrigan.
Raven-black wing swept,
The battlefield trembled beneath amber wolf eyes,
Souls of the fallen rose up to lift her wings,
The Babd, The Nemain, and The Morrigan.
The warrior falls to the flash of the blade,
And screams his last war-cry; his call is her name.
Above him she wheels, she dives, and she soars,
The Anu, The Macha, and The Morrigan.
As the sun bleeds its last o’er hills and the heather,
The souls of the dead have dispersed in the ether,
And the whole of the land hears the wings of
The Morrigan.