The Lady in Crow Feathers
The Lady in Crow Feathers
Here I am, as you have summoned, In dream and dream alone.
A field in fog. Her calls to me, whispers caped in howling tones.
From beyond the Trees or from the trees Beyond, I feel her beckon still-
Her draw is strong, a primal thirst that bends me too it’s will.
I feel as if I’ve walked for- no matter… Time has no rule, so still I move-
Nothing else matters, except her whispers and the song of Her wolves.
I see Her form, in shadow now, Her whispers growing louder now-
I ache to hear her words aloud, those soundless kisses, spells somehow-
Her words, a trance, a kiss, a dance, suspense and then a gaze-
I feel the whispers, but can’t hear Her words, even now when face to face.
The Shadow moves, Her dress, Her form, like feathers of a crow-
“What did She say?” Now I’m awake, so I’ll probably never know…
KTUPUA
January 2023