Raven Queen
Raven Queen
By: Ashly Rey /Erin Kanaday
Where doeth the Raven Queen fly,
always thought to be a crow.
Sticks and stones are her lot,
no tree will bear her home.
Scorching sun upon her back,
fierce wind upon her beak,
the only place safe to land,
is the earth upon her feet.
Leaf and stone,
hill and stream,
now greeting her with joy;
for the Raven Queen has come to land,
and make a joyful noise.
Her long, clawed, slender feet,
land upon the forest floor;
and with a flsh of bright, green light,
the Raven Queen is no more!
But, hark!
Upon the ground lying in her place,
lies a maiden fair and sweet;
with moonbeams scattered in her hair,
and soft grass upon her feet.
Laying there in silent sleep,
with dreams of finding home;
in a dress of scarlet red,
and skin the color of bone.
Her long, black lashes flutter,
with the mid-night dew,
and her hair of raven black
in the shadows alive and new.
With eyes of emerald green,
and teeth as pure as perals,
she awakens and finds herself,
in a brand new world.
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