The Messenger Raven

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In the silence of the night

I hear a sound at my window

A calling I cannot disregard

As I see the Raven at my sill

He comes to me now and then

As the restlessness consumes

Confirming my deepest fears

I heavily bear within the core

In doubtful moments that subsist

Even as he speaks to me in visions

Presenting what shall come forth

In a steadfast fashion that perturb

I do not fear death, nor its calling

I take heed to every sound uttered

As the night begins to sing to me

A lullaby of revelations to come

No matter what can be said or done

Known is that destiny shall prevail

Even in times of sorrow – desolation

As sure as fates conspire ceaselessly

He is only but one of many messengers

That comes to call within space and time

As nature reveals itself before set eyes

One I embrace with an open heart – mind

Be this a gift, a curse, a calling in disguise

In knowing, I become wiser with awareness

Of what shall rule, from the impending days

A forewarning, as the outcome comes forward

Alas, true recollection of the divinity of nature…

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