~ Dark Raven ~ By ~ Scruffy Dude ~
Carrion darkened the dawn on Bryn’s White Mount.
Lingering longingly amongst us.
Thoughtfully accounting silently counting.
Else discounting unsavoury cuts.
“Cras! Cras! Cras!” cackled Mugin’s merry Crow.
“Today a proud fallen hero!”
“Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow!”
“Fallen fellow ploughed fallow!”
I lay betwixt this realm and next.
A wash of grey shedding shadow.
Silently waiting beside where I’d died.
With nowhere else to go.
I remember nothing of the felling strike.
Or might or bite of glinting steel.
But wild eyes wild with wild dark light.
Left to fade and slowly congeal.
I recall into my blood-red dawn.
Rushed swarthy swaths of shady hue.
Tides of flocking mocking malicious spawn.
Upon dark Raven wings they flew.
To searing pain raced blackened rain.
Death tumbling upon the bloody mire.
Tumbling stumbling strutting stabbing.
Into souls ready to expire.
Slicing slashing claws rasping raking.
Hungry for flesh and shattered bone.
For spills and spoils tokens ‘n’ trinkets.
For scalps and scraps for home.
Savagely cutting carving stealing stalking.
Crowing and scavenging corpses.
Pecking and pruning at souls still reeling.
Felled laying fallen in mori mortis.
Then to my sight appeared a considerable bird.
Chiselled marble dressed cobalt blue.
“Cras!” cursed the Raven’s coarse crowing cry.
“We are one as two here for you.”
“Whispering shadows shifting in your mind.”
“Sheen seen intuitively.”
“Fitting incisively,” said a voice entwined.
“Fleeting forms flitting unremittingly.”
“Harbingers healers holders of high saunts.”
“Dealers in rare ancestral memories.”
“Darkly depositories soaring darkly haunts.”
“Blackened ominous treasuries.”
“Fear not spirit!” crested Hugin’s carven cry.
“Come closer chasten your terror.”
“We come as guides to be by your side.”
“Carry you beyond Death’s mirror.”
Photography/Artwork by Dewin Nefol – https://dewinnefol.wordpress.com/