Na Morrígna

I feel like some of the discussion of Morrigan tends to lump her in with European or Norse ideas of war deities and she’s just so different. She’s arguably not even a war deity in the traditional sense.

The Morrigan rarely fights herself. She’s a talker and a planner and a prophet and poet.

She inspires heroes and sets up leaders.

She’ll go in disguise to judge your merit.

She’ll appear like a monster to test your resolve.

It’s not a case of not fighting, but choosing the moment carefully.

She crosses between this world and the next. She knows death, knows what the cost of fighting can be.

I feel her in my bones

In the sinew

In the darkest corners

She is in my mind, telling me to rip off my skin and start anew

To tear away what no longer serves me

To become the crow of battle

She wants me to be better, to transform

I shall