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RANGER AND RAVEN: THE BEGINNING
In the late 1800’s as I was growing up
I was considered different to my detriment
I thought about changing, to reinvent
But I liked this person (Ranger by name)
Open-minded, but unyielding
About the life I explore and claim
Relishing night, I was comfortable in vacant corners
Ghosts, skeletons, corpses, the deceased
Were my companions, my constant Spiritual
Sources that nourished and solidified my prediction
This life’s departure leads to a new dimension.
By my late thirties I bowed to my fate
Feeling some regret I would never have a mate
Avoided and shunned because of my profession
A mortician (not someone ordinarily befriended)
Moving in society’s circles was hardly intended
When I turned forty my life was transformed
Raven, Lovely Raven appeared
Acknowledging and embracing every part of me
Serenely accepting as did I,
The unity of selves that was meant to be.
Raven was a vibrant force
So kind, so caring, so warm
Full bosomed, spare but very graceful in form
Her face exquisitely drawn, eyes the color of a stormy dawn
Tall as I, with opulent lips I yearned to taste
Shimmering black hair descending gloriously below her waist
To all except Raven I was blind
Our joining took root, mirroring each other’s souls and minds
Raven captured the heart and soul no one knew I had
The Supreme Being whoever He may be
Fashioned Raven, I believe, just for me
She gave me the ultimate in joy by adding meaning
To my life in an intensity overwhelming in feeling
She had humor, wit, and a naughty nature
That gave me pleasure, Raven, my cherished treasure.
One day I walked to the village while Raven was sleeping
Planning to surprise her with a hand-crafted gift
Ordered from the goldsmith with no thought for thrift
As I passed the only tavern in the village
Two men came crashing through the doors
Locked together, snarling, kicking, grunting,
Knocking me down I fell underneath them
They fought furiously knives slashing
Curses renting the air, I tried to free myself, struggling,
A deep sharp thrust into my chest, piercing
Pain, disbelief, then instant comprehension
“Raven”, I whispered,
“Raven”.
Author: Carol Zic
February 4, 2011
"AMONG THE DEAD"
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