afagddu
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I soar, on magpie’s wings above rocky cliffs and crashing waves, to the cave you dwell. In my heart, I am led to you, Afagddu, Very Black, a name forced upon you. I know your true name, Morfran, Sea Raven. And on sea-salted wings, I soar to you.
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Your breath ghosts across my lips, like the breeze of the sea, rough, yet comforting, chilling, and grounding. Black wings embrace me, a comorrant feather upon my breast, to guide me home, to your nest of outcasts.
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Swirling, twisting, dancing through the air, I fly on magpie’s wings, following the fall of feathers, black and brown, salted by the sea, an ocean raven on the wind. O’ Morfran, seen by few, honored by less, you call to me, a sea raven’s song upon the salty sea wind, and I fly towards what
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O’ Morfran, Your wings guide my way, leading me to a luminous day, over spring, over field, over mountain, over moor, you bring to to days with more. Your shade is my comfort, and your call is my song, your guidance makes me feel right, when all else is wrong.
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O’ Morfran, your wings shade my heart, Sea Crow, guiding my shattered memories over the wind, letting them sail onward, to the recesses of my mind. You cup my fractured heart in your gnarled hands, and coax another beat. Beat, beat, beat.
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O’ Darkest Black, Morfran, close to my heart. I am safe in your shade, standing beneath your abnormal beauty like a flower beneath a tree. Beauty exudes from both our forms, but in a way that the world rejects. We are not Normal, Not Right, but beauty lies in our bones. Through embracing you, I
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Given to you at birth, bestowed in later life, names are divine, identifying, yet your name, Morfran, was taken from you. Morfran snatched, replaced by Afagddu. What is in a name? Does this new title define you? Or do you reach towards the past, groping for Morfran again? I see you as Morfran, Sea Raven,
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