Morrigan from The Passage by Mikey Mason

Slipping through the mists across the carnage and the mud
Slowly on the field twixt the bodies and the blood,
Spectres bow in reverence in payment of the debt that she’s owed
In the still after the battle, as a last breath it escapes and she knows…
Where the Morrigan goes.

In the spark of every fire, on the edge of every blade,
Each word that’s spoke in anger, every confidence betrayed,
Overhead a crow is waiting, watching as the enmity grows
Every conflict escalating, culminating in a volley of blows
Where the Morrigan goes.

In shadow walks a lady in the darkness of the night
At the corners of our vision, at the edge of every fight,
We hold our breath in hopes that it’s not she who calls our name
And implore her for her favor as the chooser of the slain,
And time slows where the Morrigan goes.

Slipping through the mists across the carnage and the mud
Slowly on the field twixt the bodies and the blood,
Spectres bow in reverence in payment of the debt that she’s owed
In the still after the battle, as a last breath it escapes and she knows…
Where the Morrigan goes.

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