Poem: Morrighan’s Lament

NOTE: A poem I wrote sometime ago. Thought I’d share.

Morrighan’s Lament
Shane A. Saylor

I am Morrighan,
My cloak is made of
feathers from the Raven
and Crow.  It was
soaked in the blood of
the Ulster hero CuChulainn.
Upon his death I wailed
as I lost my soul mate.
In my grief filled rage
I unleashed the Banshees
upon the houses of true
Irish Blood.  They foretell
the impending death of a
family member and escort
the soul to the Raven
that will guide it to the
great beyond.  Other times
the Banshee helps the
soul’s body to its moment
of death.  The song they
wail is a dirge of death
written by me honouring
CuChulainn.  It is a sad,
haunting song.  Much like
the look in his eyes
as the light faded
from them as his
soul left his body.

Earth’s Commandments

1.Thou shalt love and honor the Earth for it blesses thy life and governs thy survival.

2.Thou shalt keep each day sacred to the Earth and celebrate the turning of the seasons.

3.Thou shalt not hold thyself above other living things nor drive them to extinction.

4.Thou shalt give thanks for thy food to the creatures and plants that nourish thee.

5.Thou shalt limit thy offspring, for multitudes of people are a burden unto the Earth.

6.Thou shalt not kill nor waste Earth’s riches upon weapons of war.

7.Thou shalt not pursue profit at the Earth’s expense but strive to restore its damaged majesty.

8.Thou shalt not hide from thyself or others the consequences of thy actions upon the Earth.

9.Thou shalt consume material goods in moderation so all may share Earth’s bounty.

–Earnest Callenbach. 1990