Glistening in winter's faded light,
Snowflakes dance with pure delight,
Yet shadows perched up in the trees,
Watch the world with silent ease.
Feathers formed from darkest night,
Against the snow, a striking sight,
Shimmering blue and glossy black,
As icy chills run down my back.
Seeking secret knowledge bound,
Taking note of all they’ve found.
An ageless wisdom in their stare,
Seems to lay my essence bare.
With one last look, they take to wing,
While I burn with winter’s sting,
Returning to their one-eyed lord,
To tell him of their secret hoard.
As icy snow keeps falling down,
The world puts on a frosty crown,
A calmness settles on the land,
And I begin to understand.
But I’ll remember raven’s flight,
Of the shadows in the night.
And in the silence, I’ll recall,
The piercing of the raven’s call.
