Cu Chulainn and the Morrigan
begs us the question, "Who has won?"
For she had been right all along,
the hero's life would end its song,
yet being right is dull, blase,
than risking all for star to blaze.

On bloody shoulder, raven judge,
mocked his errors to begrudge,
but mortal life ends with his laugh
at righteous dullard's living death.

The lie of prophecy stands clear
before the joke of hero's jeer,
and hooded coward, raging b*tch,
claims power as the wise old witch,
her cants and spells a hollow stage
to rants of machinating mage,
yet though Cu Chulainn's bones may rot
his courage did what she hath not.

Begrudger's eyes, they judge and scheme;
but scorn gives mine
Cu Chulainn's gleam.