A Fine Frenzy

The word is born of wind and water Of winters white and long The shape and form of ode and image The air of breath and song Bending like a willow branch Casting wicked spells Twisting like a wounded tree Fed by holy wells Giving birth to magic verse Bound by hill and vale Burning like a fated curse Reversed by force of gale The word is born of craft and guile Of trickery and vice Of witchery and cunning wiles Of sage and wise advice Of rolling waves and winding vines Of guarded healing springs Of wild woods and blood red wine And the roar of beating wings Written by © Raven Drake