Raven Goddess of WarA Poem by Poetic BeautyMorrigan the Cetlic GoddessGlistening inky black hair flows with raven feathers As her gown of red enchants The unsuspecting eye Plotting bloody war Is in her mind’s eye As she strokes the crow The sit on her shoulder’s left side Sword wielding female Slaughter is her game Listening to her warnings When she comes to call Or you could be dead On the battle field So take her words Before it is Off with your head I sing to ye Tidings of ill will For on the morrow You precious blood Shall spill With a sparkle so fair Her voice a chorus Of ill will and despair Her raven so close With onyx feathers Like roasting coals Flaps it wings As anticipation grows She is a beauty Of passionate fire Get too close And she will burn you With all consuming desire I sing to ye Tidings of desire For without me Ye heart shall expire Cloaked in darkness Surrounded by crows Her magical powers Surge through veins Leaving men besotted And a little deranged © 2012 Poetic BeautyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 17, 2012Last Updated on March 17, 2012 AuthorPoetic Beautycorn country, ILAboutFirst off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind. Secondly be kind to each .. more..Writing
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