The MorriganThe Morrigan

I am the Morrigan, pale as bone and crowned in feathers. My crows summon battles, my voice declares defeat. Find me where men weep before dawn, where swords lie restless. I am inevitability clothed in flesh, storm and sovereignty. Kings bow beneath my voice not by choice, but because their marrow remembers what their mouths will not: resistance is illusion. Kneel before me, and I will remember you.