The Morrigan

rises

for each of us.

Her wings

spread

wide,

shiny black,

her purpose

clear.

She is here

for the 

end.

The final 

battle

to be won,

by her,

as she 

takes that 

precious 

thing that most

fear.

She is indeed

here

for you,

and more 

specifically,

your one

precious 

life.

So look out for her,

in the face

of every washerwoman,

person offering love,

and do feed

every

crow,

for she 

may raise

on the wind even

now.

~Lu