Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Words that whispered in my ear one morn....

Majestic Morrigan
We rise this morn on the edge of your timeless battlefield.

Your trinity of warrior daughters,
may we feel your wisdom as we follow your peaceful warrior son, our Priest.

As we gaze across the battlefields to those so willing to fight without cause,
we follow our fierce, pure light in his stance to refuse to enter the fight.

Your message received.
Steadfast we will be...
Three lines of white
Are we!!

Your Ravens and crows travel along side,
your Seth, ours, we do abide.

Blessed Be!!

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