Pagan Poetry - The Morrigan, Silent in the Screaming
image - Natalia Drepina Badb
I lay across your gleaming Scythe
And scream in silence
I am unmade
In the shivering tomb of my soul
The cocoon splits
Marked for the tearing of its tethering
The pungent rot slops onto the floor
Ripe for burning
Frailty hangs around my neck like a noose
Crushing my trachea before
I can utter words of aimless self defeat
The phantom stalks these halls
Blade sparking against stone slab circles
In places forgotten by man
And spoken of