Raven beckons me on a journey.
Its rasping voice pierces my spirit,
Pulling me to a future unknown.
Questions I ask, options propose,
Yet the ebon wraith remains evasive,
Demanding faith when will is weak.
What lies ahead in the darkness,
Where illusions of control are lost
And footing is no longer certain?
Raven ignores my fears, urges me forward.
When I look back for sights remembered,
His tar-pitched plumage absorbs my view.
With vision gone, I now see the unseeable:
The darkness that stills my timid heart
Is the freedom my soul has sought so long.
Where I am, light surrounds me;
Where I’m not, nothing exists.
I am the journey, unceasing while I live.
There is no stasis. There is no rest.
The raven that calls me is me;
And fear dissolves with my next step.