i. song of the greek amazon I buckle to my slender side      The pistol and the scimitar, And in my maiden flower and pride      Am come to share the tasks of war. And yonder stands my fiery steed,      That paws the ground and neighs to go, My charger of the Arab breed,-      I took him from the routed foe. My mirror is the mountain spring,      At which I dress my ruffled hair; My dimmed and dusty arms bring,      And wash away the blood-stain there. Why should I guard from wind and sun      This cheek, whose virgin rose is fled? It was for one-oh, only one-      I kept its bloom, and he is dead. But they who slew him-unaware      Of coward murderers lurking nigh- And left him to the fowls of air,      Are yet alive-and they must die. They slew him-and my virgin years      Are vowed to Greece and vengeance now, And many an Othman dame, in tears,      Shall rue the Grecian maiden's vow. I touched the lute in better days,      I led in dance the joyous band; Ah! they may move to mirthful lays      Whose hands can touch a lovers hand. The march of hosts that haste to meet      Seems gayer than the dance to me; The lute's sweet tones are not so sweet      As fierce shout of victory. ~ Anonymous ii. my goddess )O( My Goddess is a lusty Lady and loves to walk my path with me. A sword wielding Bitch, no gentle Lady she. We share all adventures life sends my way With Her guarding my back, night and day. Sorry are they that try to do me harm, They quickly learn the strength of Morrigan's arm. On her, I always rely She will be with me in whatever I try. When I rush an enemy in a frenzied fight She is there, guarding my right, Her sword forever with me, sure and strong Never a question of right or wrong. I must assume all moral responsibility Her purpose is protection and company. When I am lonely or filled with desire Her lusty passion will comfort me and soothe the burning fire. Our journey through this life has been so very grand That I bear no dread of the time She takes my hand To approach Styx, Death's mighty river. Of life and death, Morrigan is the generous giver. Both gifts I accept with joy, never with fear Each is merely a season of my year. As I rest in the Summer Land, waiting for my next lusty romp with Morrigan She will be waiting, both our swords in her hand. ~ angel iii. goddess One afternoon I was strolling through the mall Nothing on my mind at all When I spied a tall statuesque female With hair like fire against skin ivory pale. My heart almost stopped it's beat Then began to accelerate with tribal heat. I walked up to her and quoted some corny line She smiled and placed her hand in mine, Led me down the stairs and out the door My head was spinning as we lay on a forest floor. I kissed her mouth with raging desire A kiss that filled my soul with searing fire. My lips found her ample breasts I gave each my very best. I traced her flat abdomen My tongue thrilled to the taste like cinnamon As I smelled the rising musk, Into that fragrant valley, my face I thrust. I spent my happy hour there My face pressed into curly garnet coloured hair. When I rose to the test And gave her my very best I thought we were finished but she whispered do it all once again And never forget the Goddess Morrigan. angel © fall1997/spring1998 iv. love I have come to love your many faces, Tho' I never know which to expect. Will you be the Maiden of Love Or the Raven of Death? I await your arrival with both hope and dread. Will you bring victory in battle, Honor upon the field, Or will you steal from me, life's sweet breath. Goddess, giver and taker of life, You are the mistress I choose to serve. I evoke your presence each day Knowing the consequence of incurring your wrath. I have embraced you, in all your many forms, The Mother, the Maid, the Battle Hag. When the time is right for me to return to you, Morrigan, please lead me down the path. ~angel v. millennium magick Deep in the shadowed forest, far from trodden paths Morrigan reverently strolls through a sacred oak grove. Completely engrossed by her thoughts, lost to the beauty Of this tranquil wildwood alcove. The Goddess, beautifully tall, muscular, statuesque, Copper tresses confined by a simple silver tiara, designed for a Queen Adorned with woad Celtic battle tattoos that accentuate Skin like polished ivory, glowing healthfully contrasted by deep shades of green. Preoccupied and mind adrift, she was unconscious of the eyes that focused on Fiery locks, down to her own gray-green eyes flecked with brown sparkles, Majestic face and proud mouth, lingered on the full firm breast , then on down the Smooth stomach, powerful legs and back to the garnet nest between solid thighs. The eyes smoldered with unabashed overpowering lust, The blood hot and wild with passion and burning desire Surged through the trembling lust consumed observer. Plans of seduction, visions of success added fuel to the volcanic fire. Obliterating all reason and control Possession of the irresistible body, to savor the womanly taste By any means, at any cost Laid all reasoning or control to waste. Plans of seduction quickly formed. The eyes move quickly and silently through the thick brush Locates the exact spot to step into the projected path. One last effort to abate the compulsion, then enters the trail with a rush. The Goddess, though unaware of the eyes and the scheme Trembles with pleasant sensations that tingle in her breast, vulva and her core. Then she spots the figure that breaks through the thicket wall And slumps to a heap on the forest floor. Morrigan stands above the form lying motionless on the ground The skin a soft beautiful shade of light translucent green The long thick mane of hair spread round the pale green face Was such a dark green shade that it had a black sheen. The body was tall and slender as a willowy reed Small firm breast s provocatively jut proudly from her chest, long slender legs Flow into a lean trim torso, all the same tantalizing shade of green And just where the legs meet, a very dark green nest. As Morrigan stands looking at the Dryad Feeling the heat pulsating from the dark mat between her thighs The Warrior Goddess was lost deep in the ancient heart of the forest As she was captured by the emerald green eyes. The Dryad lie there looking up into the object of her desire Wondering why she had so foolishly let herself into a position such as this. Morrigan looked once more into the smoldering eyes Dropped to her knees , embraced the surprised Dryad with a hungry kiss. The beauty and elegance of contrast Ivory skin wrapped in dark green strands Copper hair draped over translucent green Green and ivory flashes of many dancing hands. Time loses all meaning as Goddess and Dryad entwine Every thing in the universe unites once more All passions, knowledge and wisdom of all mothers Exchanged as Goddess and Dryad become one on the forest floor. Magick is being created to shape the next millennium One that will change years of history and heal the Earth. But for this special moment in time and space All that can be felt is feminine pleasure, passion and mirth. angel © july 1997