Inspired by the incoming storm and my devotions, here is a new poem I wrote this morning.
Storm front walks the landscape, Hooded dark in thunderhead, towering, Massed weight of storm cascading from shoulders, Sweeping down to cloak the shadowed land in sheets of rain, Whispering mist trails behind. In your wake the dead rise In the mist the dead rise
Tree tips bare rake the sky Sharp spear-points glinting wet in the dawn, A forest of spears, shuddering in the spirit wind, Ravening for battle, Massing before you. Over the spear-points the black wings thunder Over the spear-points you are winging Reveling in storm and terror, Raven-folk gathering, Tribes of your nation, We come to you We rise to you
Phantom Queen, your hollow eyes pour nightmare And the deep and endless hunger of the grave. Kind folk turn from you in awe, Good folk, hoping never to hear you speak their names. But I have heard you. I have heard the haunting cry of your voice And I cannot unhear it. I have heard the cry of destiny, I have heard the war drum thundering. In the night beating In my chest beating And I will open for you I will open for you the Gate I will give you this life.
No other dawn is coming but this one that has come, The day of calling, The day in which we live. And I in my small frame, breathing courage, No great chieftain I, but all I am is given. I will heed the war drum I will heed your calling O Queen of mine, terrible in your beauty, Make of me an ardent spear Lifted by the strong heart of a hero. I am yours utterly I am your weapon, I am yours utterly I am your shieldmaiden
In the blood light of dawn Sky wet with cast droplets, singing blood, Silence before thunder, harrowing, Comes the storm Queen, Comes the great Queen, Morrigan cloaked in the red dawn Destiny cloaked in the red dawn.