O Morrígan,
You are an ancient power.
Before blade and bullet,
Before tooth and talon,
You were there, feeding the grass with blood.
O Queen,
Teach me to face my rage and sadness and shame
And mold them into weapons
That slice through delusion
From now until the end of things.
Help me walk in love and peace,
O lamenter of souls.
Let me look upon your face without fear.
So mote it be.
Tarot By Asa 
I love this! I publish an online quartery newsletter for our local pagan group and wonder if you would mine if I included this, full credit would be given of course, plus a link to your blog if you would like. The last edition can be viewed here http://www.joomag.com/magazine/abus-coritani-review-spring-2014-vol-6/0950451001394869825
Why, thank you, Diane! I’d be honored! And yes, a link to my blog would be lovely.
Just let me know if you need anything from me!
Thank you so much Asa! I will send you a link to the ezine when it is published x
Lovely poem! Very powerful and fitting of Morrigan
Just awesome. Hail, Mighty Morrigan! ❤
Thank you, everyone!
Love this! Brilliant work! 🙂
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**awesome**