Morrigun

Among the tombs of the dead

She treads, silent as the moon,

Pearly grey fog swirling around her;

It gives her a look of walking

Through thin smoke billowing

In a slow breeze passing by her.

She is an eerie figure,

A shadow moving fluidly through

The dancing, iridescent fog.

She pauses at the crest of the hill,

Waiting for someone to join her.

In the silent night,

She gazes outwards over the tombs,

Unmoving and powerful, patient,

Until a ghost-like figure approaches her,

Standing beside her in reverence.

A moment passes slowly,

Fog rising off the ground,

Smokey and thin tendrils wrapping

Around the two beings on the hill.

They move on down the hill,

Moving between the tombstones

Until they disappear in the fog,

Evaporating with ease into nothingness.