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Raven's cradle
Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.
They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.
Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.
By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.
My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.
My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.
Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.
I'm getting a couple thoughts
I'm getting a couple thoughts on this and I'm most likely wrong on both:
I see a dying child.....maybe a mother (or even Jesus) trying to comfort them
AND
I see someone; again a child (maybe an adult thinking of the past) waiting for some type of abuse to past.....
Thats Poetry, sometimes only the writer knows what going on....either way, I love the way it sounds.
Thanks, I'm glad that
Thanks, I'm glad that somebody likes it. But I'm very sad that no one wants to see the main point.
That was inspiring and in a
That was inspiring and in a way almost like a folk tale. The moral of the story is.....
The feelings are all there.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.