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Morrigans Harvest

When the Morrigan moves through the fields

Only she the white is seen at the sky.

Single dark fogs fly across the heaven

and clothe the great Queen like a splendid robe.

When the Morrigan moves through the fields

She is bare, only her black hair covers her

Followed by a flock of crows

She strides through the world

The crows shriek hurries on ahead of her,

heralding of her harvest

When the Morrigan moves through the fields

She is Destroyess and Mistress of the world

One glance into her mirroring eyes

Leeds you across without pain

Every burning sorrow she takes away

in her cool black boat.

 

Text: Roibin (me)