Morrighan

As I sat here,

And began to cry,

You sent your winds,

To dry my eyes.

When I started,

To mourn my loss,

You folded your dark wings,

And kept me safe.

When I spoke,

About such things,

My words fell flat,

So that only the chosen,

Were allowed to hear.

Alone in the dark,

I began to wail,

You took me in your arms,

And comforted me.

I am your child,

Your sister,

Your friend.

I am one of your own,

And I know,

Where I belong.