This is another one of my favorites. I wrote it sometime ago for a friend and I thought I would share it
One morning from the rooftop a raven did spread it's wings, lifting to sky to glance down upon the world as it soared.
It was a beautiful morn...
It flew and it flew till no longer it could
and somewhere in the afternoon it settled to the ground, to sleep away until the calling of the moon.
It was a lazy afternoon....
The hours did pass, and the seasons did change.
But there in that tree the raven did peacefully lay. Not knowing that it had slept so long, it opened it's eyes and began with a song. A song dedicated to magic and lore. A song that could not be mimicked by flute whistle or piano chord. A song of greeting to the pale moonlight, that is when it realized not all was right.
It was a strange and Devious evening.....
To the sky it lifted again, cocking it's head. Some how while in the hours of afternoon the world had changed and darkened with gloom, and there below a war had settled in, a war that had no visible casualites, no blood soaked earth. This was a war a war with in.
It was hard to understand...
And so to the earth the raven swooped, following the sounds of crying. and there on a window sill the raven did land.
This had started as a beautiful morning...
"Why oh Why" a voice did exclaim. The raven he tilted his head, and cawed the figures way. Saying in his own special way "Do nay be sad, be glad ye live this day!"
This morning she should have stayed sleeping...
"Oh magical bird, oh beautiful bird have ye come this day to witness my end. My heart it is barren, my life it is cold. My dreams they are shattered, this life has grown old."
So was the saddness foretold, the heartbroken moment
When love did fold.
The raven now he could not speak, all he could do was sing. His voice echo'ed on so peacefully. He found himself wishing he could dry her eyes, take away the pain and tell her it would be alright.
The Maiden she was stunning....
"Would ye love me, what if I was to come to ye and offer myself to thee. Would ye take me into thy heart, would ye let love grow, will it be a new start."
So was the pledge of forever, where the rains did fall light as a feather. Where the thunder boomed in the heat of the night, where magic did happen and passion did ignite.
And so the Raven fell in love....
Now that eve had passed, and time marched on. The Maiden had all but forgetten the Raven's song. Till one eve she looked to her window bare, and remember the promise of love she had made there.
So it is told that love is eternal...
Was it true, could it be. The bird that had soared so peacefully. That had sung to her that very night, when her heart was broke, and life was not right.
Is love truly never-ending....
From her cottage she ran, to the skies she did stare. Hoping and praying her Raven was still there. In all the memories the two did share. She had forgotten as of late to remind her Raven she cared.
Is the nature of Love Forgiving....
"Sing for me once more Bird of Mystical Lore, Sing for me sing for me, open loves door. I am here, just as I always have been, thank ye dear Raven for ye are my truest friend."
So was the offer of friendship...
See it was said that love came in all shapes and all size. It never announced it's self, one only knew when it arrived. This was a love she could never forget, a love she could not replace, a love that could not quit. For the Raven had been there to dry her tears, calm her panicks and surpress her fears and even now When the Raven thought she forgot. She reached out her arms, for she simply could not.
And so the wheel turned once more...
Her heart almost broken, the tears stining her eyes. She turned from the stars that filled the evening sky. Just as her feet found the path to her door. The song began again, her Raven had come once more.
And so they were brought back together...
It was said in a story she told her grandchildren, during a time when the snows covered the earth and they knelt upon their knees thanking the Goddess for their birth. That she would always tell them just before they closed their eyes to look out the window and bid the Raven good night, for even though he had been gone many a year. His spirit and song always lingered near.
When I told you I loved you I meant forever....
Now she laid upon her bed, her last breathe she did draw. Her eyes simply closing, and we heard a caw. Out in the tree such a perculiar sight two raven's sitting side by side.
And We knew the had found each other.....
Talia 7/01