Wolf and Crow ~ Part One

Magik By Night

All was tranquil in the forest realm

Though spirits lingered in the air

The souls of ancient heroes passed

Now haunt the trees and sway the grass

Moon shone bright and all around

Seeping light upon the ground

Animals hidden in den and burrow

As the gusty winds did blow and bellow

That night whilst I was dazed and walking

I heard a faint and distant squawking

When up looked I into the sky

A black bird I saw before my eyes

Talking a dreamy lullaby

Stern broad shoulders and scowling eyes

A feathered head, a masterful disguise

Listening to the croaking caw

I stood amazed and filled with awe

Such beauty in these barren trees

The winter season it does deceive

For all about this wretched land

Life still blossoms in Death’s cruel hands

Tunes are still shrieked by bird and prey

And creatures reside within their houses of hay

Not all that seems so bare and pale

Be void of substance or flavour stale

Hail the Wintry day

That crow it stalked me all night long

Phantom voices I heard in its song

Almost as if to say to me

I am friend, but imaginary

For I woke bewildered beneath its branch

As squirrels danced and ate their lunch

But nowhere could I see the dark

Body that I had previously loved

So every night I walked in vain

Hoping I would see crow again

And every night his songs he would sing

And each morn I’d wake from rook’s enchanting

It is a comfort in frost bitter bleakness

A beacon in the forthcoming darkness

Signalling that time has come

For me and my crow to unite as one