The Raven

The Raven

by Charles E S Fairey

What Omen do you bring

What croak do you sing,

You flew to see me, I am here

I know death is close, I do not fear,

Raven what do you sing

And what ill omen do you bring.

Your black ebony plumage

And dark brown prophetical eye,

Your vocabulary and call

Your omens that never lie.

Your intelligence and play

Your love of the Forest place,

And your long life span

And inquisitive stare and face.

Your mimicking nature and large brain

Stealing your enemies cache of food,

The shiny objects you collect

And your relationship and brood.

You a bird of mythological story

Ghosts of murderers and the damned,

Ill omens of people near death

Their smell and dying hand.

Odin’s friends Hugin and Munin

There you sat upon each shoulder,

You saw and heard all and reported back

Thought and memory as God grew older.

Upon the battlefield you cast an eye

Morrigan your Goddess of War,

The dead and dying left for you

Feast upon their carcasses caw.

Bran The Blessed your king

Protector of the Isle of the Almighty,

His prophetic head at Tower Hill

Now kept with your wings un-flighty.

You are God’s provision

You Fed the prophet Elijah in his time of need,

The first bird released from Noah’s Ark

The protector of the dark, and Damien, the Devil’s seed.

You are a messenger

A bird of Wisdom and Prophecy,

King Arthur after life’s end

The deeds your eyes do see.

The healer, Mercury himself

The Mithras Cult of Roman legions,

The bird of Dark Winter

The Wolf’s hero where he regions.

The shape of shaman, deity and spirit

The carcasses left by the Ravenous Wolf,

The scourging of the bodies of the slain

Tell the eagle how you fared in poem Beowulf.

Your destructive powers of darkness

Have many people feared to be born,

Witches and the Devil may take your shape

Your ill omens, the forsaken, the lorn.

The Chooser of the slain

The Protector of Warriors,

Totem of Morgan le Fay

The bird of all Sorrows.

The families of the dead

Revere your great prowess,

Morgan le Fay the Queen of Dark Fairies

Dark tricksters who care less.

A Seer’s Supernatural Power

The Banshee and his scream,

Llud the Solar King tending his needs

The Wisdom of your familiar dream.

Your second sight and dark cowl

Your Omen of one’s demise,

Performing the duties of the Grim

With the Valkyries you flies.

Laughing call to the near dead

Doom you sing and death you bring,

The magic of the unknown

The mythological bird the Dark King.

A bird of mystery and the unknown

Death, transformation and creation,

Healing, wisdom and prophecy

The greatest totem of protection.

A Symbol of the Sun

The Symbol of the Dark Moon,

The Protector of the Western Isles

Our Guide An Omen of Doom.

What Wisdom do you bring

What croak do you sing,

You flew to see me, I am here

I know magic is close, I do not fear,

Raven what do you sing

And what prophecy do you bring.