Ravens call

Dark wings emerge, silence broken by the cry,

Ravens in the sky, they don’t mourn, they fly.

Blood drips from the clouds, black wings spread wide,

Rise again, from the ashes, never to hide.

Fall to transcend, reborn in the night,

Echoes of the lost, fading out of sight.

Snow blankets the ground where the silence grew,

Ghosts of the past, in the wind they flew.

Memories fade, mind’s own mental cage,

No prayers to summon, no voice to engage.

Ravens don’t mourn, they circle and feed,

No tears, no words, just silent deed.

Blood on the earth, stories unsaid,

In the shadows, where angels fear to tread.

Walking lone on this chosen path,

Echoes of echoes in aftermath.

Loki whispers in my mind tonight,

Treading the line, dark and light.

No regrets for the blood that’s spilled,

Ravens fly high, stories unfulfilled.

Clinging to the shadows, death’s own kin,

Ravens don’t mourn, they begin again.