New Fantasy Poetry: The Morrígan - the phantom queen of Irish legend

Today we head into Irish legend with a new poem by James Matthew Byers about The Morrígan, the phantom queen, the Triple Goddess, the Crow Goddess... 

James Matthew Byers lives in Alabama with his wife, kids, and tortoises. He is a published poet and artist who loves fantasy, horror, and science fiction.​ You can find him at http://www.Twitter.com/MattByers40 &
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Conundrum of the Irish Sea
by James Matthew Byers


The Morrígan, the phantom queen,
The crow and battle brand,
Establishes the gory scene
Unleashed at her command.
Arresting fate amid a flight,
Foretelling death and doom,
Detesting mortals feigning might,
Eclipsing them with gloom
Akin to how the Valkyries 
And Norns of Northmen wove 
Entangled webs of alchemy
Embedded in a cove.
The tombs prepared by way of crow
As wings spread open wide
Above the warring mistletoe
Enlisting those who died.
Espied, endangered ere the foot 
Befell the marching men.
Supremacy, the ash and soot,
Authority, her grin,
The Morrígan enlarged her girth,
Transforming sword and shield,
Awarding those renewed rebirth
And cattle for a field.
A yield unlike the years before,
An ample yolk, divine.
In turn the humans would adore 
And workshop her design.
Protecting those of highest rank,
Encircled by her beak,
Precise and pure as others sank,
Her power made them weak.
For any in her favor's care,
Amassing hordes of wealth 
Combined with wit and skill to spare 
Equates to blooming health.
The Morrígan, at times as three,
And other times as one,
Conundrum of the Irish Sea,
Is how the war is won.