(finale)
(3)
We three stole the sun
From one who would keep
The world dark
Our wings once white
Brought from the void
Our wings shining black
Bring life and order
Death and destruction
Good and evil
Teacher of the going into dark
To bring out the light
Winter short the light, for we have gone into dark
Return with more light in breathing spring
Phases of moon new full and dark
Unconscious soul
Infant child adult
Heaven earth underworld
Creator messenger deathbringer
We three are one
With parched trembling lips I spoke
Then why is it to me have you three come
Answers Raven
No fate is my harsh cry
All is the choosing
I am voice of Raven
Shining black upon the winds
Accept no past for this cannot be changed or shifted
Accept no future for this cannot be created
Accept the moment each for it draws the three complete
Circle of life
We are not three Raven but one
I awoke and praised my God
© 1998
from the collection 'Ravnsong' by the same author
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