For Raven De Winter

I feel the wind in my face
I see the trees and fields below me
The animals racing me as i fly through the air
I let out a scream of freedom
All that comes out is a loud powerful caw
I look to both sides
Massive black wings fan out beside me

I AM THE RAVEN OF THE WINTER

I am Raven De Winter

This poem is for my ap father, Raven De Winter, he has been there for me many times when I have needed him, we dont talk much anymore, but I know he is still there, he gives off a presence of strength, gentleness and care, he is my father, and always will be...noone can turn me against him, ever...

Father Raven,
Thank you for being there, I miss you greatly, and in roleplaying, I need a father figure, De Winter is crumbling, and I know you can help me bring it up, you are after all The Raven of the Winter
Raven De Winter

*Wulf bows her head softly and smiles faintly, alone and cold she feels*