Monday, August 16, 2010
Morrigan, the dark mother or the great queen of Celtic mythology. Appearing on the field of battle as a black crow. A shape-shifter, now a beautiful woman. Now, dark and sinister. No one would call her a virgin. No one would dress her in a gown and take her to a ball. She wouldn't wait by the fireplace for the prince. No. She would rather cut your head off in a moment of ecstasy. She plucks soldiers from the field of battle and tells them, now is your time to die. Or she is a gentle escort as you exit this world.