Raven of the Head Stones

Raven of the Head Stones gracing the smoky ground with a creeping divinity you feel no cold despite being dressed in your shimmering black gown that holds no warmth in you stand there communing with those that have gone before acknowledging some of the tragedies that befell the buried they speak to you as if they were alive and whispering in your ear telling you that they feel comfort in you watching over them it's a certainty that you have lost someone that you have loved too one can tell the way your body is confined to stillness like the Head Stones that are as immovable and unchanging as the seasons of the witch.