Morrigan, most sinister of all the crows, whose dark demeanour casts a long shadow over battling foes, closely manipulating as the battle ebbs and flows, Ensuring always, the final outcome in her favour goes!
If she be your acquaintance truly, I fear you don’t align yourself with beauty, Morrigan only covenants with the unruly, feasting on the fallen warriors cruelly.
Yet, if your sword is held high for good and right, though your armour glistens in the noonday light, will stain red should Morrigan join the fight, Beware then, the battles all but lost, best take your flight.
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