In Shadow of Raven

Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead By John Moses Freeman ~It is said of Raven the dead are fed… she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs… in the valley of the shadow of death… she speaks, they comprehend her bequeath! ~But death’s Lord be also Lord of life… his paradox thus be life and death… death having become mercy, where is thy sting… what of illusions but life vesting death's fling! ~Souls treading in death’s dark and shadowed valley… having become wise as the serpent’s part… making straight and narrow the crooked place… lift up serpent's cure on a pole for a space! ~Adamant be the particles of light’s truth… adapted to dark illusions of scheme… until their serpent's darkness be filled… judgment fulfilled beseeches grave's cruel seal! ~Raven darkness be sister of the graves… her serpent divided her from light… in darkness she proves the plight… for darkness comprehends not truth’s light! ~Adamant love betwixt is a fulcrum’s glue… transpires chaos to order as one truth… thus the shadowed sister of darkness plight… is approved of elect lady’s light! ~ Thus in the very essence of Raven... truth of her life destiny is engraved in...Selah! By John Moses Freeman For Contest: Among The dead In Honor of Constance-Rambling Poet