On the edge of the clearing, beyond the reach of the woods
When the crow’s sound their warnings, and you freeze where you stood
That’s when you know, that you’ve traveled too far, when the darkness envelopes and shadows your heart
Their call is a warning, there is no going back, you may cry for the morning, but it has surrendered to black
The song is a memory, a passage to the past, a foreshadowing melody, of a want, that won’t last
So, say your goodbyes and then calmly surrender, there is no reason to fight, for the stillness will render.
The song that it sings, of the night and it’s treasures.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Wow. This is gorgeous, my friend. Well done.
"you may cry for the morning, but it has surrendered to black" what a great line.
The caw of the night, very good kelli 😊
Incredible Job 📝❤️❗
"The Raven" of Poe meets "The Forest" of Aokigahara, Japan. Or perhaps it's "The Raven" meets Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream". Nightmare or paradise? Or perhaps simply surreal.