Thursday, 29 November 2012

She of the Gleaming Edge

Glory to Morrigan
Eidolon sovereign
of blooded battlefields

Rich soil, soaked through. 
Everything grows where death walked. 

Queen of the Cycle
Rebirthing yourself anew

Year after year
day after day
my devotion grows
out of blood-soaked clay

Shall I offer whiskey,
that you may sleep and leave the world in peace?

I think I shall offer coffee
That you may have the energy
to do what needs to be done

Shining edge, gleaming steel
cuts away what doesn't belong
It's finished now
It's done.

Friday, 23 November 2012

A Prayer for Daily Devotion

I wrote this the other day. The style is based off a prayer to Brighid that was written by a member of the forum I frequent. 

Sacred blood, holy land
My Queen, I heed Your command
Bless my hands, my mind, my feet
Give me courage to stay; let me know when to retreat