Raven (D6 #NaPoWriMo)

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In the forest lay the boy.
Lament had wrapped him tight
And sought to set him free
From loves lost memory.
“Oh when will she be
Returned to me,” he sighed.

The raven flew nearby
On its journey to old man,
In passing dropped a feather
Heavier than a penny
But just as strong a prompt,
That sifted through the things
He wouldst forget
Image words and scent,
Muninn meant,
He cawed and shrugged
And on his journey went.
“Oh when will she be
Returned to me,” the boy sighed.

Nights dark mantle then did fall,
And crept about the trembling light
Of fire, he’d lit,
And on the trees nearby he heard
A steady tapping
Persistent through the trees.
The boy ignored its
Repeated wooden entreaty:
“Oh when will she be
Returned to me,” he sighed.

The wind it blew,
And with it brought
The voices of the dead,
Faint whisps that whispered
Till the rock on which he sat
Began to melt and flow
Reflecting light,
And in which heated flow he saw
His fractured face
In many pieces fade.
“Oh when will she be
Returned to me,” he shrieked.

And as the fires light and sparks
And whispered voices
Whirled and twisted so,
A raven landed by the fire,
A ragged bird
With no regard to
Tuft or feathers missing,
Cawed in disregard
For what the Ghost
Or other subterranean
Missive might yet tell:
“Nevermore,”
Broke wind,
And made its way away.

The boy,
Answer or no,
Whatever lesson learnt
Was none the wiser,
As he ran
Chasing Will O Wisps
Wild-eyed
Clothes in rags
Through the dark
Delusion of his night.

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