First poem I wrote in a while. It's about one of my patrion deities, the Morrigan, Celtic goddess of war, death, life, fertility, and is one of the Tuatha De Danaan (she's a Faerie). --- As footprints trail across the emerald fields Blood trickles from the blade held in her hand. For She is Morrigan, goddess of war and death. But Lo! Her dichotomy is forgotten As her footprints and sanguine trail Leave a growing path of flowers in her wake For She is Morrigan, goddess of fertility. As with death comes rebirth, The opposite of war is not peace It is creation, the gifts of She. Do not fear Her darkened gaze Veiled by Her reddened locks For She is both loving Mother and resilient Warrior. Her laugh of magick rings through the air The balance of the Bean Sidhe cries. This Queen of Unseelie should not be feared. For She is Morrigan, goddess Mother, creator and destroyer. As such, she should be adored.