Morrigan

This is a poem for the Celtic goddess.

 Morrigan, Morrigan,

You are rarely seen,

But you cause destruction, Or so it would seem.

Morrigan, Morrigan,

Your figure is thrown,

From Maiden, To Warrior, To Bloodthirsty crone.

The souls of the dead,

They all follow oyu,

Their misery increases,

While you construe.