Poem -

The Morrighan

The Morrighan

When the Morrighan, is seen alone,

Foreboding news, from the other side.

Inciting her warriors, into battle.

You can run, but cannot hide.

******* Β  *******Β  *******Β 

The Ravens know they have their bunkers.

And we know, they'll need them soon.

The moment, they are safe inside,

The Morrighan, shall seal their tomb.

******* Β  *******Β Β  ******Β Β 

Let themΒ graze, on Federal notes,

Wash them down, with steins of oil.

Mining, Miners, of their gold.

Revel in orgies,Β while we toil.Β 

******* Β  *******. Β *******

Their success, is never certain,

Their failure, is surely fatal.

Β Foreordained, of events unseen,

Not factoredΒ in, mortalities table.

******* ******* *******

If you see her, with two Crows,

You better watch, your health.

If three Crows, accompany her...

She is after, all of your wealth.

******* Β  *******. Β *******

If she flocks, in a group of five,

With sickness, you are condemned.

If she visits, with five friends.

She is there, to confirm your end.

******* Β  *******. Β *******

They may never, see her coming,

With their, panoptic eye.

But we know it will be opened.

When the Morrighan,

vengefully arrives.

******* Β  *******. Β *******

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