Raven
Raven
Raven walks along the shoreline,
Picking and plucking from the remains of what the sea has pitched back,
Looking with yellow eyes deep into the source,
Walking towards you with every course.
With silent awe you hear the waves crash,
Again with silence that seems to resound,
The white curn of the sea takes its turn,
Yet Raven crows echos deep and burns.
Where has the summer gone,
The seasons seem to mark the movement,
Mists have begun there travel,
And all the world has seem to change.
Ancient spirits long since past,
Still walk amoung our paths,
It is here by the waterline I see my fate,
To wait out another long winters rain.
-- Ridgewalker