From Raven To Pegasus

The raven cries tears of sadness

And my feathers start to fall

My bloody tears begin

To melt away the sinew and bone...

 

From the raven's last lament,

Another figure soon emeges

From darkness into light comes

A new light, though dark it remains...

 

In the gloaming of a dreaming

Forest of fantasy and mists

Comes the new, a stronger

Yes quieter version of the raven...

 

For in the light where living

Can be done, I can see

This version of magick,

The newest part of me....

 

As the raven leaves, I see

Myself fly still, with

Wings of white, a bird

I no longer am, wish to be...

 

When the raven's costume

Falls to the floor, a new

Image you will see,

The other name of the raven...

 

So, now I give you the newest form,

The me that hides within

The raven's heart, never whole

Always searching, always reaching...

 

Here I am, here I will always be

I have waited long and rested well

I carry only the mark of the blue rose

Uniquely beautiful, for I am Pegasus....

~Raven/Pegasus