Pagan Poetry – Lessons of Badb

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Original art by Daniel Vazquez

I see you stalking through my dreams
With Birch wizened teeth
And howling Chords
I see the twisted visage
Wracked with pain and expectation
I feel my bones crack and snap
A bleeding heart
“Chaos is my gift,” she croaks
I know that the cocoon is splitting
Tearing me apart
Blood in my lungs with every breath
Bruised knees crawl
Dirt soaked and shivering
Truth unyielding
Into something new and old
I have never lied down to die yet
And I cannot now
It is not in the fibre of me
So I scream
On and on and on into the night

– Joey Morris 2016

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