Mourgana of the Fey

as I breathe in silent glow

 

witnessing each

cadence within snow

feline flickering opal

 

a pantomime begins

born into purpose

 

fallen from the lap

aurora borealis

 

sings synched light

dawn bore a white cloth

 

in this burning yielding

a roe deer cries

into the pyric sun

 

I have seen

galloping Valkyries

among the withered wind

 

once twice thrice

their hair as fire

speaking old tongues

 

of ice