Raven Feathers

See the raven take flight,

Soaring amongst the clouds

Upon the drafts of air

High above the ground.

Hear its call as it signals,

To the flock, the time has come

For that of mortal man

To give into the Reaper

Relinquish his sins unto Death.

The birds are coming,

Untimely, rising up and taking

Back what is theirs.

Give them back the sky!

Let it rain raven feathers,

Blacker than that of night.

(c) 2003 A Riddle