So long ago, I once saw
a raven so black and bright;
Flying solo, hovering so high
into the Hells of fire;
Croaking with a sharp,
gurgling metallic tock.
Oh! the messengers
of the mortal world,
Keepers of the dead,
and the lost souls;
Why have you come here
in this cold night?
Did you get the taste
of my damned soul?
Or the smell of my
rotting memories?
Mind you, am no cadaver
to be fed upon!
Oh wait! Have you brought
the box of cedar wood?
Bringing in the light
of the sun, the moon,
the stars into my life;
offering me the knowledge,
and secrets of safekeeping.
Winged magical creatures
of Heaven, once white
was turned to black,
by the smoke of firebrand;
Have come to sow the seeds
of vitality, instilling the
courage to change, like the
iridescent raven feathers,
granting me new powers
great memory and thoughts;
Reminding me to seek,
into my emptiness;
for, everything I want
is always found within me.
