Morrigen
Morgoth Abrigon
Morrigen, avenge me, she scream, with last breath, save me from
this demon made flesh. a mortal man, whose hate for me is most
foul?
What did I do to deserve this I ask of him with no reply, for he
has none.. Save me and mine from the torment he brings to us,
the lost child, the lost love, the dead who scream in agony.
The living lost in death, for not knowing, are they dead, in
torment, or what?
Morrigen a women tall and dark, hair and visage, like a raven
intent on pray, she stalks her prey, those far from innocent
stalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.
Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hair and visage. like a
raven tall and strong, with eyes that pierce the darkness..
To bring the unknown guilty to the light of truth, with mind and
spirit. Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance, to give
the victims peace, their families hope, and those affected a
sense of closure.
Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away, not ones of spirit
and nature biblical, but ones most foul and mortal.. Mortal ones,
who prey and hide, who slither in the darkness, who rise up
and slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those who protect to
madness.. Madness of frustration of egos crossed and battered
minds, so to Morgan we fly to find the guy, or who she is, what
they know and feel, to profile them and draw the shades from the
abyss of ignorance, and bring them to the light, of truth, and
justice, most swift.
To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drive them from
our mind and fears, to draw awwy the anger, and pain and agony
of their victims, give them peace of knowing they can walk the
streets and by ways, to love again, to touch again, to feel
again, and breath deeply and feel not danger at every step.
Mike Adams
2005
For a buddy. Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice,
please.. Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain,
the worthy.. it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser
of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan..