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You think you want me,
that I am what you desire
Fool, you don't know me
You don't even begin to understand
My fierceness would make you tremble
My fight would make you cower
You may dress in black
and line your eyes with kohl
but I can see the fear
that lives there
When you feel the whisper
of my raven feathers and the word
"No" catches in your throat,
it will be too late
Don't say I didn't warn you.
in which we are asked to write about a Celtic (or other) god. I went with the Morrigan, Celtic goddess of Death and War
8 comments:
There's our girl! Love it!
Ms Mouse is a powerhouse! Small but mighty!!!!!!
She seems to have some sway with both Mouse and Shay, does Ms. Morrigan. A fair and spook pen, Lola ~ M
Wow! Our mouse that can roar!! Fantastic piece!!
I love the bold brash tone in your goddess voice! I can see the darkness lingering now...yikes!
Bravo
Wow! This is a powerfully gripping portrait. Just the name Morrigan carries a sense of dark power.
Wow on the fierce words & raven feathers ~ Indeed we all cower and flee away from her ~ Beautiful writing LM ~
Fascinating! She did warn - that's more than most. Nicely done.
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