May I be the mountain, to resist against ruin.
May I be the falcon, seeing through falsehood.
May I be the lightning, to strike down tyranny.
May I be the forest, sheltering the fearful.
May I be the fire, to blaze a new path.
May I be the spear, defending my sovereignty.
May I be the wolf, to guard my pack.
May I be the crow, surviving in spite.

Guide me, Phantom Queens, and I will be strong!
(via thecandlelightbook)

bluebell-faery:

Come, goddess of war….

A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow our radiant Queen of the night

I come with the tempest, on black wings I come
The wrath of the earth, a flash in the sky
I gather the harvest, I beat the black drum
The Goddess of death and of battle am I

My hard-handed lovers I summon you all
By blood and by fire, for battle I crave
Leave wife and leave children, leave house and leave hall
Come under my pinions, come love me and rage

A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow our radiant Queen of the night

My love is unending, my lust never dies
Come pile me a hill of skulls and of bones
My heart it is yearning for your battle-cries
I sing you a love song when the big war-drum drones

So kingdoms have fallen, so empires shake
For I am the Queen of death and of war
My warriors I bless you, for foes’ hearts I break
And no sound is sweater than my army’s great roar

A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow our radiant Queen of the night

I am your provider in life and in death
I give you my love and my love never ends
I give you great valour until your last breath
And in my realm there are swords for your hands

A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow our radiant Queen of the night

I come with the tempest, on black wings I come
The wrath of the earth, a flash in the sky
I gather the harvest, I beat the black drum
The Goddess of death and of battle am I

A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow our radiant Queen of the night

Image © Banner Saga (video game), Artist Arnie Jorgensen.
Lyrics: Traditional (listen to it in Poeta Magica’s Version: “Morrigu’s Song”).

valerieherron:

My illustrations for The Book of the Great Queen. You can obtain prints of these pieces from my Etsy shop: Mystic Media

all art © Valerie Herron

A Prayer for An Morrigan

Hail Scald Crow
Of the ancient north
Who flies on blackened wings
High over fairy mounds
Who runs on clawed feet
Beneath the enchanted earth

Hail Wise Phantom
Great mistress of the dead
Whose hands run red
Whose mantle drips
And can never be washed clean

Hail Great Queen
Mother of all magic
Mother to us all
She who is throne and thronemaker
She who is sovereign and sovereignty
She who is and is of the land

Hail An Morrigan!