A Raven's Thirst - Part 3

III Below the cliffs a midnight tidal swell as thick as tar now swallows heaven’s light, a moment's dark as raven cants a spell to cast his incarnation to the night. A swirling tempest dwindles to serene and, in the grainy dusk of twilight dawn, his shape emerges, muscular and lean, a manifest of human form is born. He clothes his nakedness in furs of seal and preens his onyx hair to mirrored guise, as oceans, hushed, warn never to reveal the raven that remains within his eyes. He sets his kayak to the open seas, and floats his haunting call upon the breeze.