I am the voice of the Raven upon wind.
My harsh cries echo long upon the earth and air.
Nothing is forever.
Not life, not love, not death, not loss.
Only change is eternal and only destruction
can the seed of creation form.
My wings bear me between darkness and light,
land and sky,
the garden and the wildwood.
I perch upon the threshhold of the worlds
both flesh and spirit,
gifting the brave seeker with visions and magic
of the Otherworld.
To face me is to face your greatest terror,
the shadow of yourself,
the unknown and the dangerous.
In chancing destruction, your fear loses
it's power to destroy.
For only in acceptance of mortality
will you learn...
the secrets of immortality as I...
"trees in winter" - The Czech Republic