heart's desire
We came to Ireland, our ships as the legends recount, the Tuatha de Danaan, Danu's children, the Sidhe.
The Fir Bolg met us as enemies. I remember
From the first, we knew there would be no retracing our steps. We had burned the vessels that carried us to the new land as a sign and seal of our intent.
Dagda and I stood at the front of our armies at Moytura. I knew I, too, would be needed. As warrior, queen, mother of gods and goddesses.
He "took" me as his consort, and I, agreed to the union. An alliance of equals, though he might have disputed it. I didn't challenge his kingship, nor he,
my own sovereignty.
I overflew that battlefield, screaming, fierce joy as I sensed Indech's strength drained from him and his warriors. Sweeter pleasure than any man's touch for me...
then!
I wonder, if we had sought peace instead, would it have changed Ireland's history?
"As it is with Queen and King, so it is with the land."
Our magics and in some ways our nature, woven into the land's soul, its path changed
forever, as it changed our ways.
I had grown to love the land and its people far more than any one man, be he god or
hero or bard. For more years than I care to count, I watched kinsmen, friends,
lovers or children of mine, or even respected enemies, devoured by war after war.
After the coming of the Milesians, I withdrew. Still present, in other guises or
incarnations. The Three 'Sisters'.
I wish I could see an end to the troubles that plague my land, my people, but
that may never be.
I wish Cuchulainn had heeded my warnings, all those years ago, rather than throw
his life away. Yet, it was his choice to make, as it was my choice to stay with him
until the end.
How would it be different if it had happened, before I left for this country?
I dare say I never would have left. Or, I might have gone far sooner, knowing
they no longer needed the Raven or the Washer at the Ford.
Peace. A strange thought--
Ah well.
The question asks what I once wanted, it says nothing as to whether I still wish.
Muse: The Morrigan
Fandom: Mythology
Word count: 388
The Fir Bolg met us as enemies. I remember
From the first, we knew there would be no retracing our steps. We had burned the vessels that carried us to the new land as a sign and seal of our intent.
Dagda and I stood at the front of our armies at Moytura. I knew I, too, would be needed. As warrior, queen, mother of gods and goddesses.
He "took" me as his consort, and I, agreed to the union. An alliance of equals, though he might have disputed it. I didn't challenge his kingship, nor he,
my own sovereignty.
I overflew that battlefield, screaming, fierce joy as I sensed Indech's strength drained from him and his warriors. Sweeter pleasure than any man's touch for me...
then!
I wonder, if we had sought peace instead, would it have changed Ireland's history?
"As it is with Queen and King, so it is with the land."
Our magics and in some ways our nature, woven into the land's soul, its path changed
forever, as it changed our ways.
I had grown to love the land and its people far more than any one man, be he god or
hero or bard. For more years than I care to count, I watched kinsmen, friends,
lovers or children of mine, or even respected enemies, devoured by war after war.
After the coming of the Milesians, I withdrew. Still present, in other guises or
incarnations. The Three 'Sisters'.
I wish I could see an end to the troubles that plague my land, my people, but
that may never be.
I wish Cuchulainn had heeded my warnings, all those years ago, rather than throw
his life away. Yet, it was his choice to make, as it was my choice to stay with him
until the end.
How would it be different if it had happened, before I left for this country?
I dare say I never would have left. Or, I might have gone far sooner, knowing
they no longer needed the Raven or the Washer at the Ford.
Peace. A strange thought--
Ah well.
The question asks what I once wanted, it says nothing as to whether I still wish.
Muse: The Morrigan
Fandom: Mythology
Word count: 388