Morrigan Nightmare of the rebirth of the dead.

Dark and stormy full of dread
On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.
Sullen feeling filled her soul
As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.
In the sky over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye
Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.
Waters broke about her feet,
Icy cold, but to her sweet.
She is the rebirth of the dead
She is the one on which all darkness is fed.
Slowly as the thunder clashed
She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.
Reaching out her hand to me
She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.
Relinquish all of you that is good, give in to me
Relax, release I am here to set you free.
No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey
Here I stand and here I shall stay
Do what ever you have come to do.
Angry now she motioned to her raven down,
He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.
His warning screech I did not heed
In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.
That was how I lost my sight,
It was wrenched from me that dark grey night .
Still I was steadfast I stood my ground
Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.
I would not give into the dead
I uttered every prayer I had ever said.
Finally in the cold light of dawn
I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.
Pained and I could see no more.
On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.
Sullen feeling filled her soul
As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.