Ysa & Morrigan

Scary walk, scary dreams.

Ysa & Morrigan  79

I

Eyes full of Frost - 

Crisp, thick,

Our Winter scope.

Scry upon the slumber,

Prince; Seek Ye

String and Rope.

Struggle through the corridor

of love and turmoil's ills,

But to fall into the hands of Pride,

Plagued by your ancient kills.

Memories were stripped away

by the claws of time and guilt.

Which blew apart the character:

That warrior you've built. 

My mind was starved to death,

Fixated on a Nordic lass.

And so I hunt this barren waste,

high upon my stilts of glass. 

II

A brutal kicking

 in the middle of the night,

stripped naked and tossed

 down an endless flight

of stairs-

Landing on my back, 

looking up to sight fresh Beche...

Standing legs spread

over a sweating brow.

"No man is king of Man,

Trust no man this day.

No man is king of Man,

Trust not a word you say."

Banu! Ysa! Morrigan! 

Aife! Sin! Etaine!

Banba cleansed the waters

So now we drink again.

Well f**k my face, 

then bite my tongue.

For my only word

was 

'Nibelung'...

19/01/14