Black as pitch,
the raven ascends into the mournful skies.

A start of a journey,
feeling mischievous along the way.

Soaring through the dense forest tree's,
Odin will be the one who he meets.

A scavenger and predator,
the mighty raven perches upon an ancient oak.

Letting out it's deep croaking call,
it's icy breath you can see in the air.

Scanning the forest floor,
bedded with fallen autumn leaves.

With night eyes so piercing,
it watches from above.

A messenger of mystery,
the raven's wisdom we will forever adore.


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