A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time

Moonlit contemplation Here at the cliff's edge Years I have come here To think of the fall This old ego must die Pining for a specter to fly Through ether and earth To bestow death & rebirth Stars lined with the trees All things where they should be With a sense of unworthiness Still flowing through me Trembling like a child The fear waves summon the guides Wings hide the lunar queen It's time to move beyond her A feral wisdom hunts the silent perceivers Rupturing skin & piercing bone Dissolving the filth that surround the will To hold the wind & speak with the stones Formless warrior! Myth incarnate! Scripture of flesh glowing Shared spirit navigates Running to the ledge, chosen men align To become a nest of ravens in the throat of time