Morrigan/Hecate

Morrigan/Hecate

Daughter of the moon and skies

A trickster born and bred

Mother of angels, Queen of lies

Poisoning her own lovers bed

Foretelling the toll of the dead

But necromancy is where she is strongest

She excels in the hearth and the soul

Who loves the most lasts the longest

But can she survive it whole?

Three tasks can take their toll

He comes begging assistance

When presented with her shadowy debut

He shows a world of resistance

Which will cause him, his decision to rue

If only he had learned some virtue

Now at a crossroad she stands

And becomes a new face, a new being

She crosses into many new lands

Trying to feel like its intentional not fleeing

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