MorriGone

Once as I walked under the trees
my spirit forced me to my knees
and force-fed my regrets to me
and my tears did fall constantly
I recalled many violent days
even the sun withheld her rays
and frigid waste my soul became
and easily quickened my shame
that loomed above and said behold
it isn’t like you weren’t told
you knew that bloody rage would quell
your happiness; a private hell
where tenderness beats on the shield
and your rejection filled with zeal
pushes away the joy of life
and fills it with abundant strife
I turned and looked back down my path
and saw the consequence of wrath
broken bodies, broken spirits
yet before now refused to  hear it
and that dark lady said to me
you now must pay the price, you see
for your gifts that I bestowed
my glory you did gladly show
so full of pride as if you made you
my dark consort you know that’s true
I run the spears, yes even now
I never will forget your vow
to offer me first fruits of violence
the waxen blood is what beguiles us
for you and I are kindreds here
you never come to me in fear
you never beg, it’s not your way
and don’t let it start now, today
demand your due and I shall give thee
everything that is within me
I’m sorry Lady, but I’m tired
bloodsick and hopelessly I’m mired
within my vows to your black court
and I want nothing of the sort
release me, then, and count no more
on blood-waves crashing on your shore
my fleshy heart you have demanded
your every spear like lightning landed
I crawl to Cerridwen Our Mother
who sees the secret trysts of lovers
lay before her starlit fire-place
wanting that silver on her face
so I shall reclaim my spirit now
and never will before you bow