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Pagan Poetry - Lessons of Badb

Original art by Daniel Vazquez

Badb I see you stalking through my dreams With Birch wizened teeth And howling Chords I see the twisted visage Wracked with pain and expectation I feel my bones crack and snap A bleeding heart “Chaos is my gift,” she croaks I know that the cocoon is splitting Tearing me apart Blood in my lungs with every breath Bruised knees crawl Dirt soaked and shivering Truth unyielding Breaking Into something new and old I have never lied down to die yet And I cannot now It is not in the fibre of me So I scream On and on and on into the night

– Joey Morris 2016

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