i knew nothing but solitude--
and then the snow fell.
from behind the windowpane, they entranced me:
twirling on the wind, innocent and delicate,
yet sharp as a star.
then, a raven, jet black, prey in his beak,
landed just outside; in the endless sea of white,
he began to **** the creature on the snow,
a scarlet slaughter.
transfixed, i went into the storm.
blood on my lips, raven wings on my back,
snow in my veins,
i let winter swallow me whole.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
i knew nothing but solitude--
and then the snow fell.
from behind the windowpane, they entranced me:
twirling on the wind, innocent and delicate,
yet sharp as a star.
then, a raven, jet black, prey in his beak,
landed just outside; in the endless sea of white,
he began to **** the creature on the snow,
a scarlet slaughter.
transfixed, i went into the storm.
blood on my lips, raven wings on my back,
snow in my veins,
i let winter swallow me whole.
napowrimo 4/4/14
based on one of my favorite Celtic legends.
