Poem for Battle

Your fate is in our spellsong
Your future sealed in our words
Your fortune bound with our magic
Behold our song and story
Behold our fury holy
Behold our battle glory
We shriek to the sky our battle magic
We dance upon your valour and your honour
We leap across your armaments in frenzy
From spear point to spear point
From shield rim to shield rim
From heartstring to heartstring
We trample your courage, we crush your resolve
We tear flesh from bone and muscle from sinew
We bring your bloody destruction
You falter and fall with your allies about you
You witness your armies defeated around you
You have no power, no will left within you
You are sundered and sullied, you are undone
You are broken and beaten, you are unwhole
You are desolate and destitute, you are unwelcome
This fury is ours, you shall not break it
This valour is ours, you shall not shake it
This victory is ours, you shall not take it
Our fury and our fervor bring us victory
Our magic and our might bring us victory
Our strength and our satire bring us victory
We are victorious, your armies defeated
We are victorious, your allies defeated
We are victorious, you are defeated

Prayer to Badb

Badb, Great Queen
Battle Crow and Poet Prophet
Prophecy pours from your Red Mouth
Red Mouthed and Shrieking
Shrieking as you fly
Fly above me, O Badb
Badb inciting us to fight
Fighting with spears clashing
Clashing and flashing against the shields of our enemies

Enemies falling to our spears
Spears plunging hearts into earth
Earth below me, the blood of battle take
Take this as your feast
Feast and grow strong with life
Life renewing as life fades away
Away you fly, O Badb
Scald Crow satisfied with the the outcome
Come to us again, O Badb, and fly above us always

Prayer to the Dagda about Parenthood

An Dagda, the Good God,
Great and Ample Father,
Teach me to be a parent in your image.
Always willing to help, going above and beyond for my children.
Teach me to be a healthy example,
that they may grow strong and joyful, skilled and resourceful,
fiercely loyal to their truths.
Teach me to give wise advice for their journey,
but to listen when they speak wise words on mine.
Give me the strength to travel to the ends of the earth,
to carry them when they have fallen too far,
to bring them home when they are lost.
May every action I take be for my love of them,
and may we always have full and satisfied hearts.



Wisdom from The Mórrígan

I’ve been meaning to write up this post for a while, but I didn’t feel I had all the words to share it properly. I hope that this reaches you where it needs to.

We were in a space that we share elsewhere (it’s like it’s in my mind but it’s not, think of it as a place I “journey” to), sitting on the beach. We sat in silence for a while before She spoke to me. She said this:

“Look at this shoreline. You are both the waves – relentless, powerful ever-changing – and the shore – steadfast, resilient, adaptable. Remember that.”