Ravens came to me
in the dead of night,
dancing
in ancient-ritual,
their chiseled beaks
spoke greater mysteries.

Do these harbingers,
these mystic-birds,
feathered-keepers
of the the deeper secrets
of the universe
bring me ill omens
with this cryptic dance?

Unanswered,
I lie here alone,
breathless & wondering
if she sees the same message
from these swirling black oracles.