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Oct 08, 2009
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Night of The Morrigan
In the little church garden
My love is laid
In the dark place of nothingness
The silent place where old loves tryst
By the wall her army
Of cream skinned
Peasant women
Breasts as white and blue
As the moon in Samhain
Cleansed with ashes
From the depths of a circleswomb
The raven from the weal
Garnet suathed by shadows of the fire
That burns into the night
And dances between lovers
Unaquainted with desire
Supple female back
Like a throne
Beneath the ravens silken wing
With keening cries
She culls them into being
Lust flowing from her thighs
White as doveswing
Blackened beneath
A lover's searching eye
My love is laid
In the dark place of nothingness
The silent place where old loves tryst
By the wall her army
Of cream skinned
Peasant women
Breasts as white and blue
As the moon in Samhain
Cleansed with ashes
From the depths of a circleswomb
The raven from the weal
Garnet suathed by shadows of the fire
That burns into the night
And dances between lovers
Unaquainted with desire
Supple female back
Like a throne
Beneath the ravens silken wing
With keening cries
She culls them into being
Lust flowing from her thighs
White as doveswing
Blackened beneath
A lover's searching eye
— Dalton, Oct 08, 2009
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Candlewitch
16 years 8 months ago
hello
Kailashana
16 years 8 months ago
I too am a fan. It is good
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
Very well done...
odd molly
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Dalton. Your poem
Ravenshakti
16 years 8 months ago
The Morrigan...
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Raven
seabhac
16 years 8 months ago
Love the personal touch
Dalton
16 years 8 months ago
Dalton to Seabhac
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
First off congratulations on
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Another