The Crow

This is a prompted writing about crows. The prompt was offered up by Daily Writing Practice (DWP). I chose to write a poem for this entry.

A beauty, the phantom queen
flies the cloudless skies above.
She is the bringer of fertility
but very often not of love.

This godess bestows war and death
to all the people of her land.
While her warriors cut them down
one by one, bloody swords in hand.

The Irish fear this diety
for the Morrigan they all know.
She has come to impart upon them strife
in the form of the crow.

The End

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