The Raven's Battle (Part 3)
by Razel DaviesFloating heavy,
feathers soaked.
Bleeding dry,
as frogs cloaked.
The river bed,
inviting him,
to rest his head.
No longer alive,
but not quite,
yet dead
How strange a rise,
in his eyes,
a new form,
heart to storm.
Deep breath quicken,
once was stricken,
no longer sicken,
Raven,
Now arise.
Clambering to shore,
fate no more.
A new heart grew,
out of death's brew,
for he has one task,
left to do.
To slay the last dark,
Herald light's lark.
And end sorrow,
as a final mark.
05/10/2015