spiritraven

Those visions faded into the mist
And became their own spirits
A raven was seen
Beyond those realms in my dreams
Had taken me into the spirit world and beyond
Where the raven stalked it’s prey
In honour of the hunt
The shadows departed from my view
To reveal my name written in stone
My name was revered by the raven
I took on it’s form and made it’s power my own
Those spirits would guide me towards my manhood
Where I would die for the first time
Only to be reborn a second time
From now on my name would be” spirit raven”
I would be a ghost no more
I would be a hunter in the shadows
Of the spirits in their realm
I would be their warrior in this world and the next
They speak to me now
As I speak to them in the native tongue
They hear me now
As I hear them their spirits are alive and well in me
I am spirit raven guardian of the spirit world
I was under the guise of mist
It was said those dreams bore my name
When the spirits came to me in a snow storm