The Messenger

Raven, flying through the night bringer of everlasting rest against his word you must not fight Works for the one who takes the light the one who knows what time is best raven, flying through the night For although his words may bite to you he flew from his nest against his word you must not fight Through his master's strong might he can speak to the smallest pest raven, flying through the night His master sends him to the site and though you think I jest against his word you must not fight While I sit here, this I write he is perched on my shoulder cawing with zest raven, flying through the night against his word I must not fight