The Words of The Morrigan I am the mouth of the Phantom the voice of the warrior the sould of the sidhe. I am the heart of the shadows the form of the raven the cry of the wolf. I am conjured of dust and moonlight blessed by the sword for I am virgin, mother, wisewoman all three in blood yet more. For I am the cry of justice that sweeps across your soul the voice of every angry mother the tears of every woman pained the blood of every virgin torn, I am the shadow self of every woman the part untamed by man that screams with rage loves with abandon and burns with lust. I am the passion borne of fire, the mother of death.