LIZ
1957-2015
The heart of an elephant
Performing every show
Tattered & torn
My Body & soul grows
Old & worn
No longer wild & free
a life Longing for a place to wander and roam
Searching for  A herd
And  a home
Can't you see?
Traveling far & wide
Finally  grazing upon
The last sunset of Tennessee
Finding friends new & old
Love mends my heart
And turns my soul to gold
Now my story has been told
And it's time for me to go
With grace and dignity
I can walk through the ivory gate
Knowing for other elephants
Its not to late
There's a safe haven
Where love awaits
© Claudia Wyzard 8/19/2015

Fall leaves Oct. 28th 2014

10/28/14


Hello blog world
This weather is so amazing, yet painful.
The fall leaves have changed colors, and I find such a down to earth connection to the changes. It's quiet here, and I can hear the wind, and wind chimes, the leaves sound like rain landing on the roof.
My body is failing me more and more each day, but my spirit seems to be gaining strength. When the weather changes so does my pain level. On painful days I have gimp legs, no longer wanting to support me, no longer wanting to allow me to walk normal. But that's ok I push on through, and keep on trucking as they say. Tomorrow we are going on a nature walk. I can do this pain or no pain, I'm going and I'm walking through the woods. I feel like I need to really soak in each and every moment. To breath in the life around me. For once maybe just maybe down deep inside me there is a slight gratefulness for being alive, for still being here. I am going back to my roots. Awakening the Shaman within me. I have always known I was a healer, a wise woman, the crone. But now it seems really important for me to fulfill that calling. I think its because my body is failing me. Going through college to become a massage therapist at times seems like such a waste. I could have quit after my body went to shit. But I didn't! I graduated, and I meet some of the most important people in my life now. I learned more about my healing energy, and how to really focus that energy. Others just didn't seem to understand or get me in college but Margret did, she felt the healing energy that flows through my veils. Wow how I miss her, I can't believe cancer ate her up. I learned from her even in her dying days how strong she really was, and just how beautiful her spirit was. She died with dignity and such grace. Death always my friend, walking so close to the fire I am bound to get burnt now and then. Born with a veil so thin, learning to understand what its like to walk in both worlds. I older I get and the more physical pain I live with, the more my spirit understands.


Haunting pain
runs through my veins
both physical and emotional
like a freight train
each day a fight
but I look out my window
and see falling leaves
filled with such beauty
even though their life
is lived.
The tree no longer needs them
so what is their lesson
the lesson I need to learn
today.
Perhaps its letting go.
Strength is found is letting go.
Yes that's it.
Letting go of how I used to be
letting go of those emotions
that no longer serve me.
Letting go of the things
I used to be able to do.
Learning to just be.
And breath.
Breath through the pain
and breath in the life around me.


Morinanna Wyzard ©10/28/14

New blogs coming my travel

I have decided to blog my life and journey's again. It's been a long time, not that I don't write any more, just not so much in blog form. so if you feel like followin my Shaman journey, feel free to follow me here. I will be sharing my into Shamnic breathwork. As well as my artwork I create from these amazing journeys. Anyway I am back to blogging... I will also share my poems here, as well as on my Dancing the darkness facebook site.    

Wyld Woman

Wyld Woman

Spirit of the wyld woman
Hides inside, behind our foolish pride
Deep within is where she resides
Eyes & heart open wide
She can be your greatest guide
Her voice, the lone wolf howl
Into the woods on the prowl
In your belly a low heavy growl
Or maybe the hoot of a single owl
From the darkest deep sea
To the tops of the tallest tree
She screams to be set free
Do not greet her with a tear
Her power is nothing to cause fear
Celebrate her wildness with the
Greatest cheer
She is your passion,
Your hidden desire
Your inner fire
Fuel her flame
Burry the shame
Do not try to tame
Her power now
Proclaim!

Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec 25th 2007

The Gate

The Gate

Notorious, glorious
Rhythms and Rhymes
Wild flowers and vines
Ebbs & flow
Where the wild things grow

Shadow and light
Flutters & flight
All through the night
Hidden and in sight.
Faeries delight

Creepy and crawly
Down in the bog
All covered in fog
Hear the song
Of that old bull frog

Follow the spring
To where the crickets sing
Glowing wing
Of the faerie king

Gaze into the crystal clear pool
Moss covered branches
Scents of evergreen groves
Air so natural and clean
This is where you’ll find his queen
Look beyond the scene
You’ve just found the world
Of between

Mor`inanna Eaglesong © July 13, 2009

Of dusk and dawn

Of dusk and dawn

Crickets sing in the dark of night,
Calling on the break of dawn,
The time to capture dew on the lawn,
Witch’s wake
Before the break,
And greet the crack of the first sun light,
If the crow calls before you wake,
You’ve slept in way to late.

The frog begins to croak,
As I put on my magickal cloak,
As the light begins to fade,
Now is not the time to be afraid

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

Dancing in the shadows
I can clearly see,
I set my spirit free,
Sipping on a cup of
Witch’s brew
This is where ancient witches flew
I find the magickal things
Only they knew.
Secrets dance in those shadowy places,
Safe within the sacred spaces,

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

© Mor`inanna Eaglesong 2006+

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows we embrace,
Set aside the glamour and the lace,
Hidden deep within our soul,
For only us to know,
Placed before us to force us grow.
Those places others would never tread,
Hidden behind the veil with a tiny thread,
Calling us out into the night,
Do we enter without fright?
Things society shuns,
Why do they always run?
Turning their back on those they love,
They push away with a shove.
Things they fear and won’t accept,
Never finding the courage to peek,
Beyond the light they feel so weak.
Dark shadows we embrace,
In the night guided
Only by the moon’s bright light
We dance and sing,
With delight,
Never fearing absents of the light.
Shadows fall where none were seen,
Dark eyes that shine with a gleam
Seeing past the light of day,
Dancing in the moon light’s ray
Dark shadows we embrace,
No longer of the human race,
Both worlds we now embrace.
© Mor`inanna Eaglesong 2006+

Cry of the Winter Banshee`

Cry of the Winter Banshee`
Behold the beauty of a bare naked tree,
No leaves to muffle the cries of the winter banshee
Bitter and cold she blows through to my soul
Setting me free
In the frozen winter breeze
Snow falls like tiny stars from the sky
Standing in the deafening silence I can not deny
The winter banshee’s cry
She waits in the icy silence for my reply
Deep from within comes the long howling wind,
Breathe that rolls across the snow white seas
Like a fog, my soul I offer as a token
In hopes to appease
I turn back in a glance
To the beauty of the bare naked tree
And to my surprise it is foot prints that I see
Tracks I have left in the cold winter snow
finally I know
The wild and free beauty winter can bestow
Soon she will fade in the darkness of the night
And in her memory I will find delight
Standing in the silence and the only thing I see
Is the beauty of a bare naked tree
Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec. 16th 2007

Faded Flowers

Faded flowers

Faded flowers,
Filled with healing powers
As each petal begins to drop
Pain that never will stop
Floods of emotion
Tears could fill the ocean
Tear drops slow
A mother’s love continues to grow
Eyes covered in a foggy mist
And still you are missed
Memories no longer we make
And still I awake
Days fade to black & white
Nothing seems as bright
Your spirit I invite
& I know it will be alright
When I enter that gentle night
And we reunite

Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © August 10, 2009

Drifting

Drifting


Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye

Time passes so quickly,
Since you’ve been gone
Almost a year,
And still I find days filled with endless
Tears

Day becomes night,
Night becomes day
I watch as the moon moves
From dark to light
Sometimes I hear you whisper
On the wind,
As your voice drifts in my ears

And still I long for you to appear
With your laughter and your cheer,

Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye

I watch as time continues to fly
The world sometimes seem to just pass me by
but
To you my son
I will never say good-bye

Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © July 25, 2009

The Side of the road

The Side of the Road
I know of a place, by the side of the road
Where a lonely cross stands filled
With stories that go untold

Wild flower seeds I planted each one with care,
In hopes that they will soon bloom there
I watered them gently with each falling tear
Tears that will flow year after year

As each wild flower begins to grow
The gentle wind, away with sorrows it blows
Standing with bare feet, in the wet morning dew
Covering each tiny blade of grass,
I stand with my hands filled with the remains of shattered glass,

I watch the early morning sunrise
Dawn of a new day again arrives
A day to cry,
A day to heal
A day to remember I’m still alive

I know of a place by the side of the road
I heard the sound of the death calling crow,
The place of my son’s fatal blow
In a split second he was gone from this world
Into the wind his spirit swirled

A mother’s heart was sliced wide open
With the blade of the sharpest knife,
Remembering I gave him life,

With each rising moon, be full or be it dark
A healing journey I now walk,
A life never the same I am forced to embark

Through tearful eyes the world never looks quite the same,
I have to forgive, and I have let go of blame
For within me still burns the brightest flame

Dancing sparks of desires
A new guide I have now acquired
Until the day I to retire

To that place of the setting sun
Rejoined with my loving son
Together we still remain as one
As we each face a new journey that has just begun

He is learning to fly, and telling me not to cry
For he knows of a place, by the side of the road
Filled with stories, that will not go untold
My hand he still holds,
As he sparkles like gold
Even though he will never know of growing old

Mor`Inanna Eaglesong ©July 9, 2009

The death of the moon

The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite

From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew

The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a joy
I once knew
Nothing to replace
To fill the space
Where light once grew

Born from my very own womb
A life just beginning to bloom
Enter now that white room
Fill my heart with gloom
Leading me into the darkest room
Leaving me locked in the sadness tomb

Never to be the same,
Tears will be no cause for shame
As I call upon the burning flames
Take from me the life I once knew
The ashes I now claim
Knowing I will never be the same

The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a darkness
I never knew,
Blood that flows from my wounded heart
Burns my veins,
As I put on these heavy chains
And claim the remains
Of a life I once knew

The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
In the darkness I now dance
To the mourning song,
I will forever long for
The sight of your smile
And the sound of laughter
As I dance to the mourning song
Knowing the road to the dawn
Is way to long, can I be this strong
When your strength seems to be gone

The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite

From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew

Mor`Inanna eaglesong © Dec. 20th 2008

In that Moment

In that Moment
“Understanding born from sorrow”
By
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © Dec. 27, 2008

I’ve always had a strange understanding of death, as if I was drawn to the truth of it. It leads us to a path of uncommon real emotions, dancing in the darkness of our own heart and soul. But beneath that darkness, under the pain of not fully understanding is a beauty. A beauty beyond human believes, our emotions block the beauty of that moment, the moment the spirit leaves the weight of the human body. I’ve always believed that magick and science tend to walk hand in hand and we are all energy in motion weighted down by the human body, or mass of self. Our spirit is energy, our body is mass allowing us to walk amongst each other and learn from sight and touch of each other. To grow from human emotions most of tend to keep buried depth within, or avoid all together in life. Emotions like pain and suffering, heart ache and sorrow even anger, are just as powerful if not more powerful then the emotions we welcome such as love, light and laughter.
I was born with the gift of visions and dreams, most of which I tend to not understand until after the fact of that moment, but a few I understood instantly, born a Witch who was drawn to the darker side of life, and magick. While others danced in the light, I was drawn into the underworld by my deities and queens of darkness, I have journeyed to the tombs and surrendering of Inanna, and drank from Morrigan’s cauldron of death and rebirth. Now in darkest moment of a Mother’s life, a truth is born the truth of that moment.

A few years back I meet a woman on line named Jaycee, when I meet her she was well on her way to fighting the battle of breast cancer, and while I never meet her in person, our connection was so strong. Instantly we both knew we were drawn together to learn and grow from each other, her journey to death taught me about my life path.
I was with her every step of the way, from a distance but so very close in spirit. The vision I had of her death was so undeniably beautiful it was breath taking. The moment her spirit would leave the weight and the unbearable pain of her human body would be an amazing sight to behold. A micro burst of energy blast forth into the universe, filled with amazing sparkles of every color known to man. I had the pleasure of sharing this vision with her before her death, and then to have the gift of a tiny voice whisper in my ear, I was right its just like I told her it would be, amazing and beautiful so amazing that no humanly words could even begin to explain the beauty of that moment.

Then a few short months ago, the dream came to me, at the time I did not make the connection. But now 2 months and 12 days later which is also my physical birth date of 02/12, in the early dawn hours, awaken by an amazing thunder storm in Dec. I understand that moment fully. The dream was different I dreamt of standing on a porch and watching lightening strike a wire, watching it spin widely with colors, colors similar to the vision I had a few years back, but the connection between the two was not yet clear. The energy was amazing and I was not afraid, I was drawn to the sight of it, its beauty and power flowed through the wire down to a corner, and turned the corner and I knew it would hit a near by transformer box, I was not afraid of its power, I was drawn to it. The moment it struck the transformer box it burst into spinning circles of lights, lights of every color know to man, it was amazing and beautiful, yet I did not understand the message. Until this moment, the moment of this early morning dawn awaking to the strange December thunder storm. When I knew I had the vision of death, and it was not dark and something to fear or be saddened by, but that moment in time when the energy of our spirit, leaves the mass of our human body behind is one of the most amazing moments in time. That moment when our spirit is returned to its natural state of pure untamed energy. Energy flowing freely in the universe continuing on its journey of helping and healing of others.

My son James wrote a poem years ago, and the very last line is “where can a man go when the straight line curves.” It is also my son Jamie as I always called him, which became that dream. That beautiful array of pure energy burst forth into the universe in that moment of his death. His death was caused by a car coming around a curve, and hitting them head on. The connection to the dream is crystal clear now, I saw his death coming, and did not make the connection until this moment in time. When true understanding was born, in this very moment, these moments of darkness filled with sorrow beyond believe, and the depths of emotions we tend to avoid.

We are truly energy, and our body is the mass. The truths of science are connected to the spiritual understanding of our being. That moment in time, when our energy leaves behind the earthly weight of our body, is a moment of amazement beyond human understanding, leaving behind the feelings of emotions we tend to avoid, or those emotions we have the hardest time walking through. But born from those emotions, is an understanding, a gift of my life time to truly know without a doubt why I was drawn to the darkness and emotions others tend to avoid. Because from my own path, my own depths of sorrow and this walk on earth I was given the gift, the gift of truly understanding the connections of life and death. The connection between body and spirit; we do not die, we just transform into a more natural state of being, we return to the universe as energy, just as we arrived. I would not trade those visions, and understanding; to have seen the beauty of that moment not once but twice for all the happiness and joy in the humanly world. For it is through my own darkness and depths of sadness that this gift was born. While I will journey on and still miss the physical presence of my son, his energy is with me always, protecting me and guiding me until my own moment in time.

A Tribute to Jamie(James) Booe

Will you Dance with me?

Will you dance with me... if I sing a song of death?
Will you beat the drum with me... if you know not what it brings?
Will you offer up your breath...?
And fall into the darkness of life...
Without knowing...
Will you give when you have nothing more to give then life itself?
Will you turn your back on love and light...
And take that leap of faith into the unknown...
Will you run through the fields of dark clouds... and dance in the rain of sorrow and confusion...
Will you step through the foggy mist that rises from the bog below...?
Will you empty your soul of all you know?
Will you offer up your blood from the sword that wounds your heart...?
Will you cut new wounds, and offer fresh new blood, for those who are unwilling...
Will you fill your chalice with poison from my cauldron, knowing it might very well take your last breath?
Will you cast your own shadows on the forest walls? And dance in the darkness of delight..?
Will you turn your back on all the safety your life offers, and take that step into the unknown realms of the ghost people?
Will you hear their cries in the night, or cloudy day?
Will you turn your back on those who have walked before you, and never heed their warning call?
Will you test your will, your faith, and offer up more then ever before?
Will you leave behind all that you have come to know and love earthy possessions, hearth and fires that keep you warm?
Will you accept your fate, without force, nor slight of hand?
Or will you rage into the night, fighting the fight not knowing if you will win or loose, or if the end be the same?
Do you fear what things may come... so paralyzed by life itself that you find you have really never lived.....?
Life and death... its all in the same... new birth awaits... on the footsteps of death itself...
Paving the way of the future, carved from the past...
But you fear the labor pains of birth itself,
Never breaking the water of death and allowing new light to enter through the tunnel of your own darkness...
So will you dance with me if I sing a song a death...?
Will you embrace the blood that flows from between your legs and sings of cleansing pain?
Will you range against the flow of the river of life, never learning how to float in delight... whether you are in light or dark or kind of heart?
Sorrow you push me away... sadness you wish to over come, cramps of life I give to you, but you moan and cry and try and hide...
Stopping the flow, catching the blood that is carried and flushed away... never learning to embrace...
I am the voice in the shadowy darkness that you fear, but I am not fear itself, that is your own to carry and burden your weight.
So if I sing a song of death will you truly dance with me?
Or will you once again run and try and hide, behind the sunlight of another day?
Knowing I will return in the darkness... and call out your name, with the caw of the raven who sings to your soul...
It’s written in the roots of trees, it's written in the stars above... I have your name placed within my cauldron, of darkness...
Neither by your choice nor mine... it just is...
Acceptance or virtue...shame or guilt,
Sadness or joy... you will come to know me all the same...
Blood that flows from your veins is mine to drink... to nourish, to heal...
But you have the choice... to dance with me, or wait until another day....
Run my child if that is your wish.... it proves your lack of faith....gives in to the fear....
It serves me none
But when you are ready... you will fill your chalice, and drink your lives last breath... sooner or later... it will come to all...
I am the Morrigan, the hooded raven who calls your name, the crow of the farmer's fields by your side, you know me, for you and I are the same, we shadow each other, I am within you.... when you look in the mirror you see my face, tether and worn from trails of time...
But I lift the wrinkly veil, and I am beauty to behold to all... glamour of the fae I call my own... queen of the night... of darkness and despair, fear I boil and toil within other's but not you my child...take my hand.. And dance will me and I will teach you now my song of death...
Black wings that find silent flight at midnight, casting shadows on the darkness no one else can see... black as night... light is right, your raven eyes see through them all...
Red is the hood I wear, so paint me now, with your blood, offer to me in the moonless night,
Your gift of life....
And answer me now, without knowing... what I ask...
Will you dance with me if I sing a song of death?
©Mor`inanna EagleSong 2006+

Winter's Dance

Winter’s Dance

By first thought and glance
Cold & harsh is winter’s dance
But look deeper into thy soul
Dark & despair
Wild and whole
Silence behold
There is gentleness
Beneath the cold

Earth stands still
Holding her breath at will
Send out a chill

Trees afraid to move
Dare not sway in the breeze
Succumb to the bitter freeze
Everything is numb
Beyond the gentle hum

Signs of death we fear
Snow falls like a gentle tear
So light & endearing
Disappearing

Silent in the night
Invite with delight
Winter’s dance
Gentleness beyond the glance
Take a chance
Invite the darkest trance

Death & dying
Blood floods
The streets
Afraid of the stranger
You meet
Spirit seek
Lift the sheet
Self greet


Icy reflection
Inner connection
Beyond rejection
Frozen perfection
Resurrection

Gentle is the cold
Winter’s dance
Beyond the first glance
No longer controlled
Frozen fingers hold
Icy gold
Silence of the heart
No longer beat
Death lies at your feet
Melts from the heat
Circle now complete

Motionless
Silence still
Static
Charismatic
Pragmatic

No fires to burn
No steps to learn
Beyond concern
No longer yearn
Ashes fill the urn
Touch of your return
Knowledge earn

Not harsh & cold
No not bold
Silence told
Winter’s dance
Beyond first glance
Unfold

Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec. 28th 2007

Black Rain by Ozzy Osbourne

"Black Rain"The black rain is fallingContaminating the groundThe human race is dyingThe dead are scattered aroundWhat is the price of a bullet?Another hole in the headA flag draped over a coffinAnother soldier is deadHow many victims have fallenHow many more have to diePeople dying in massesAngel of death standing byWe've got our marching ordersDefenders of our home and our prideWe've crossed too many bordersMilitary suicideWar killing sons and daughtersAnother failed attackThere is no turning backBlood running down like waterYou'll think you got awayUntil the judgment day comesPoliticians confuse meI watch the body count riseWhy are the children all marchingInto the desert to die?The human psyche is twistedThe madness rising againAnother empire fallingI watch them dying in vainWe've got our marching ordersDefenders of our home and our prideWe've crossed too many bordersMilitary suicidewar sends our sons to slaughterAnother failed attackThere is no turning backBlood running down like waterYou'll think you got awayUntil the judgment day comesAre you ready?Black rain, black rainBlack rain, black rainWar killing sons and daughtersAnother failed attackThere is no turning backBlood running down like waterYou'll think you got awayUntil the judgment dayYou'll think you got awayUntil your judgment day comes

To see you standing there

To see you standing there

It fills my heart with sadness
To see you standing there
You seem so lonely and filled with despair
Standing in the dark cold winter’s air
I look deeper, right into your soul
And it is then that I truly know
It’s not the dark,
It’s not the cold
That makes you seem so old
Forgotten in time, no one comes to call
Rushing along, busy decking the hall
Silence becomes you, and still you stand tall
Never bothered, never really lonely at all
tis the way of the darkness, it fills so many with fear,
And yet you get by passed each and every year.
Watching with black eyes, shining like the dark of the moon
As people continue to rush,
Filling their lives with so much stuff,
But knowing it is never enough
They fill their outer lives,
But find a hole within,
The answer is quite simple,
For they see only my twin
Never ever noticing the shadow,
That the bright light cast
Forever missing the beauty,
Of the night contrast
Forever they gaze right on past
Another year goes by and I am surpassed
Tis the way of the darkness
The norm of the vast
To turn away again and look on past

And yet you continue to come
Hoping to capture the heart of some
Like a whisper in the dark,
Fairy wings glitter, from beyond the light
Leading the way,
For those who dare to sway
Walking into the shades of grey
Alone in the dark they begin to pray
As they walk through the underworld of decay
Leaving behind the light of the day
Inner feelings they learn to obey
Suddenly it is inner truth that they portray
Knowing they are the chosen one
Called to leave behind the beloved sun
A new journey beyond the fear has begun
No longer do I see you as standing all alone,
For I have come to join you bowing at your throne,
Bearing gifts that only you could have ever known
I come in honor, as the chosen one,
To carry on your legend,
So your voice doesn’t fade away
Into the light of just another day
Almighty one, goddess of the dark
Ye who has danced in delight as the maiden so fair
Ye who has danced as the mother,
Given birth and care
Dancing
In the silence of the night,
Gathering wisdom with all your might
Almighty power you now declare
As the cloak of the crone you happily wear
No longer sad and filled with despair
No longer alone,
For I see you standing there……


Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec 24th 2007

Changes that come in the dark of the night

Changes that come in the dark of the night

Dark eyes called in the night,
Calling me from all that is happy and bright
Your voice I can no longer fight,
As I journey out into the night,
By the sound of only the owl,
By the sound of the wolf’s lone howl
My spirit is now on the prowl
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Wings that give my spirit flight
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Spreading fear and ultimate fright
Blood that taste so bittersweet,
As death dances at my feet
Winter sprite,
Darkness now I invoke and invite
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Bones that shatter and turn to dust
Guided by the raging lust
Heartbeat pounds and blood begins to thrust
Fills others with disgust,
But this is the only thing I trust
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Cuts like a knife,
And takes your very life
Burned by the touch of the dying light
Through the darkness, & through the cold
Through the woods, savage beauty behold
Blood spilled like precious gold
Life force drawn, before the dawn
Dreams of light now foregone
Death comes to the touch of my icy fingertips
And blood drips from my loving lips
As I set sail on winter’s ship
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Filling others with fright, as I take their very life
I have become deaths only wife
Changes that come in the dark of the night
Winter sprite,
Darkness now I invoke and invite


Mor`Inanna EagleSong© Dec 24th 2007

Why I love this time of year

Why I love this time of year

I remember why I love this time of year,
Talk of death and talk of fear
While others are filled with only cheer
Words of sadness fill your eye with a tear
Or cuts your heart like a spear
But for me things come through so clear
Voices whisper in my ear,
It’s called channeling my dear
An open vessel I become
By the darkness I succumb
Giving voices to those who have none

Spreading laughter
Spreading cheer
But my friend death is always near
For this I never fear
It’s their voices that I hear
This time each and every year
Hearts that no longer beat
Their journey now complete
Very seldom do we greet
A stranger walking down the street
Hearts & Hearths locked tight
Hiding in the heat
But it is ourselves that we cheat
For their wisdom is a treat


They come with the birth of the dusk
Offering that hint of scent of musk
Leaving a taste in your mouth like dust
Filling my heart with lust
It is them that I trust

For they have been the eyes and ears
Who has walked beyond the many years
Most miss their beauty blinded by their own human fears
I’ve been told that this is all wrong,
To sing such a sad and lonely song
Why can’t you just go along?
And learn to truly belong
But each and every year,
My heart begins to long
And each year they return,
Even more strong
Every year I wonder will this be the last
And each year they come in like a blast
Like a great spell was cast
Calling me into the great contrast
No longer do I feel like a great outcast
For their power is unsurpassed
No longer am I depressed,
No longer am I overly stressed
No longer that feeling of being possessed
Knowing I am not like all the rest
Makes me feel truly blessed

Mor`Inanna EagleSong© Dec 24th 2007

Winter Witch

Winter Witch
I am the winter witch you see
I have earned this great degree
And now I sing the song
Of the great banshee
And
Learned to set my spirit free
Oh why did it take me oh so long?
To accept and learn the words to this song
To embrace the power oh so strong
First I had to dance to the depths of sadness
Travel on the brink of madness
Fly to the heights of sorrow
Longing for tomorrow
When all of this would pass
Knowing my heart would shatter like glass
Little did I know, I would surpass
And graduate at the head of my class
Little did I know it was all just a test
To be separated from all the rest

Could I embrace the thought of being alone?
Could I handle the power of the crone?
Could I hear the silence of the throne?
Could I sing a song of death?
While offering others the promise of breath
Would I be strong enough to drink the blood?
Or taste the flesh that separates us from all the rest
Could I grind the bones and make the dust
That turns us all from love to lust
To call upon the winds that gust
To be the scales of things unjust
While others look at me with disgust
Finally I know of inner trust

I am the winter witch you see
I have earned this great degree
And now I sing the song
Of the great banshee

Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec 24th 2007