The Morrighan

She wields Her power over me in an interesting way.  She’s covert about it, just influencing things to fall in the right way for Her to put me where I need to be.

Yet, She covers me in her mantle of crow feathers; red, black, and white.  I sing Her praises, even though of my four, She is at times the most elusive to me.

She offers me a place to set aside the mirror I hold up, and just look into Her eyes, fall into the pools there, and float.

I like being Hers in this way.  It’s a much needed respite for me because I will throw myself against the windows, until my wings are bloodied, still trying to break free.

She is that Freedom.

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