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And so Mother I find myself on bloodied knees Singing of your reverence Unafraid of the bruises that mar my skin Unhampered by the thorns that pierce Or the roots that bind For they are fleeting distractions For those of Corvid wings The blue on my skin turns to spirals Swarthing through flesh and bone For amidst the sundering, somewhere I will become whole Though I am shattered glass Broken, yet piercing, I am stillness in your eyes A reflection of You My teeth bared to to the world A snarl passes my lips As I long for freedom To run as intended Unhampered by mortal ties And so it is to you, Mother Morrigan I bend on bloodied knee Asking your benevolence and wrath Fashion me into a braver soul Break down my resistance Teach me how to soar again And howl back into the darkness.
– J.Morris 2015