The Raven's Call

In the icy white living mists, in the grayness Rising up around the olden mossy stones I hear them calling through the smudging grey veils That separate this world of unexplainable sadness From the unknowable, from the unknown They say the raven, wisest of the birds, A spirit animal, the shaman’s own, Renewal, divination, and introspection Passes into the eternal, there she finds a second home Finds a glowing light even in this eternal darkness Standing in the inky blackness she fends off the icy fear Oh raven, Raven return from the mists--stay clear, return here Pale woman in black, in human or silken ghostly form In whatever shape you chose, a change of consciousness, To face the cavern's darkness then renewal, to be reborn Amidst this starless somber world, you call a second home Introspection and connection -- Both to the newborn And to the crone. Among the Dead Contest Written by Linda Milgate contest by Rambling Poet