I am Hrafn

I am Raven.
Quick witted and keen eyed.
I collect words, memories, deeds;
like cast away buttons and
bits of sea glass.
I ride the winds: drifting
between this world and the vale
my forever-eye sole witness
to the terror, the love, the wise and insane.
I do not flinch or dip my wing to change direction.
In all these souls I see what has crafted humanity.
Forged in fire and burning bright,
until you return your bones to the earth.
I am Raven.
I speak in songs, signs, riddles.
In my black feathers I hide truths,
like stars behind clouds.
Mystery is my craft,
Cunning my cloak.
My blood is made of magic;
ancient as the bones of the Mother.
Malice nor virtue rule me,
I go where the wind takes me.