Welcome to the home of the poetry of Jamie Godsafe.
If you're really interested you can view a few select cuts from my poetic ramblings:
Black is the crow,
Shrill is her cry,
Wide are her wings,
Overhead she flies.
Black is the crow,
Sharp is her beak,
Easy are her prey,
Young, old or weak.
Black is the crow,
War is her home,
Her kiss is yours
If you're alone.
This poem is part crow admiration, part dedication to the Goddess Morrigan.