The Raven's Gift
Dusk draws her mourning veils across the sky,
Wind stirs haunted scream, echoing woman’s sigh.
Daughter of night, wrapped in indigo cape,
From suffocating life she yearns to escape.
Through whispering forest she wanders alone,
Voices persuading, telling secrets unknown.
Shadows dance before her, down path candlelit,
Unto sacred grove, where cloaked woman sits.
Zephyr breeze caressing, body slowly sways,
Shimmering eyes stare intently, holding her gaze.
Feathered cloak rustles, before her she stands,
Smiling as she places shrouded gift in her hands.
She’s completed her task, passed on the gift,
Upon whispering air, the night magick shifts.
To raven form she transforms, turns and leaves,
Dark silhouette haunting above ancient trees.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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