the Goddess of War has , shape shifted as a raven, arrived high over a nocturnal battle
illuminated by the lightning she traditionally brings with her.
swords sing and blood flows, there can she be found, where wolves howl,
calling crows, to feast at the battleground, savage power forever untamed the
Morrigan I call as named. Mother of storm, Queen of sword, rampant
lover astride the ford, her love to guide in her way, the warriors
liberation through each day." (David Rankine 2001)
Acrylic on canvas