The Raven King 0 comments

Saturday, October 9th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer The Raven King Rascaminous raven squires his gleaming coat His eyes flashing in golden reflected sunrises Holding the wind up in his wandering circles And swooping strafes by the seeded fields Crying to the lonely winds, He wakes the slumbering, Warns the unwatchful, And calls his brothers into a death's convention Watch as he gathers his family and friends Into great feasts of squawking argument Fluttering, and swaggering his royal privilege Awaiting his due reverence Great Raven King flies to the sky Chasing the setting crimson clouds And the cold rushing air of night Only to disappear into his midnight kingdom One more squawk And he's gone © November 14, 2001 Marissa A Spencer

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