Ravyn’s Nest

Dark One
As your mighty hoof beats approach me like a reverberating boom from a cannon, I long to be riding bareback upon you, Dark One.
Let the night wind whisper to me magically and with its weaving witchery soothe the scorching stabbing sorrow inside my soul.
O Dark One, let me hold on to your masterful mane and fly with you amongst the sageful yet sympathetic stars.
Wing me ever closer to your eternal sanctuary where, my sadness could be startled in silent song.
I feel your majestic muscles murmuring their mighty strength.
From there, I find sustenance to greet life once more.
Underneath your shadowy wings, I will softly sleep.
Fly, Dark One, fly on.
~~Ravyn

Scenting the wind by Sue Dawe