Our protector or omen of demise.
When we hear your raven call,
it is our death or you lead us to our prize.
The wife to our good father,
though your dark nature be
your heart and loyalty never faltered,
sister of two and symbol to all.
When the battle turns and we hear the call,
i know the Morrigan is by my side and we will never fall
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A Boy from the Valley {Poems}
PoetryThis is a collection of poems i have written over time. Hope you enjoy Diolch yn fawr- R.A.Jones
