Raven Flies Free

Long-lived and rusted the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense...... death had come to call...... with a longing in her heart....... she stood guard fighting her transformation, silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff...... waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation, a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........ in the distance swirling clouds parted at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out "freedom to fly free my dear raven" "freedom to fly free my dear raven"............ and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm...... destiny had been received, a glorious revelation revealed engulfed in love her spirit rejoice...... Hallelujah...... Hallelujah...... Palet......Palet......Palet............... Her spirit soar...... ________________________ Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer" ________________________ A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead Poet~Rick Parise