ODE OF THE RED RAVEN

by Modar Neznanich

 

The raven has left her nest

To answer a call she knows best.

O'er the lands north and west,

East, south and all the rest.

Beware when the black raven turns red

And the red raven soars overhead.

Bearing justice of sword and light

Wielded with holiness and might.

Wanting peace, yet willing to fight

For all that is called goodness and right.

Beware when the black raven turns red

And the red raven soars overhead.

She wings her way across the stormy sky.

For all innocents and needful she does vie

Against all things foul, wherever they lie,

Giving her all, even though she could die.

Beware when the black raven turns red

And the red raven soars overhead.

Though she battles hell's host all hoary,

She does not seek wealth, power or glory,

Nor for the bards to exalt her in story.

She's an example of truth, virtue and amore.

Beware when the black raven turns red

And the red raven soars overhead.

Through the darkness she soars this day,

Honor and strength lighting her way.

All those with evil within their hearts will pay,

Unless they hearken and recant when others say,

Beware when the black raven turns red

And the red raven soars overhead.


©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007  Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich

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