Morrigan

Posted on October 29, 2016 by Pelgris

What stranger in turmoils touch made bled
by bone, by sword, by roan
in skins own fever made whole
bound by rowan and switch
kiss me in glade
found in the slipping mist
called by lips
full of midnight and nightshade

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