London F. Buss Poet Free verse

The Corvid

The Corvid

     Who Sleeps with me at night?
     My secret, but if you must
     I’ll tell you: Fear sleeps with me 
     Just fear, which suddenly
     Cradles me in the distance
     Of darkness, loneliness, and silence
           
     I the hunted, blind to the hunter
     in my dreams he waits, waits, unseen
     Pain speaks.. 
     The crow, the corvid, the  corvid, 
     She the Raven
     circles close and low: screaming 
     her warning loudly 
     again and again.
     She comes, She comes: it is her time:
     Flaxen hair blowing in the wind,
     to kill and be reborn again.
     Her name is... she has... needs no name.
     The wind calls softly to her, 
     wispering Pfeydra, Pfeydraa.
     Gods call to her... but she doesnt come
     They have stolen her rainbow, 
      so she doesnt come..
      Pfeydra, Pfeydra 
      but she doesnt come.

This is my first poem, its 
about being raped and 
strangled when i was
 nine years old.. and being 
hunted by the rapist in 
my dreams ever since..

(c) London F. BUSS march 2020.

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