When Ravens Fly

It was on the eve of Sunday, November 2nd, 1834 The day grew dark and gloomy like it never had before Island sounds in diminish, a hush befalls my ears The community of Amhuinnsuidhe was about to enter fear A Princess known as Raven who died in years gone by Foretold before her death beware when Ravens fly For out there in the Minch a mist will waft it's way Azure skies will fade and turn a graphite grey Periodic clouds of jet will shadow in drifts of gloom The underbellies of the Ravens show, soon they'll share their doom And on the tor she'll stand silently looking over her lands Dressed in black, in her now greying ebony strands As she turns to face the village, her Ravens circle overhead Whilst the mist now starts to settle revealing the islands dead Ancient burial stones now rise from their overgrown sacred grounds Shadows from a forgotten past arise in ghostly abound Cloaked darkened shapes slowly drift on their mists of time Silent in their approach to Amhuinnsuidhe they'll undermine Carnage will be their cater to avenge their Princesses death To cast out all the living to leave this community reft The above I read to you, are the memories of who survived My ancestors escaped this day, and I'm thankful they never died As I look out on the Minch, at grey clouds looming in the skies My mind recalls words earlier read, beware when Ravens fly This is James Fraser's entry into Constance's 'Among the Dead' contest