Poem: Raven's Prophecy
We are living in a time of Prophecy
Omen's surround us, lessons begging to be heard.
Again, the Season of Fire has come,
and the Smoke rises Her Messangers
as we lose sight of the stars and the moon.
Many things will be lost, much already has.
More than we know.
More than we can comprehend.
There is no running from this despair,
There is not enough water to drench this rage.
I could tell you of what I have seen
but it might break both of us.
Instead, I invite you to hold my hand
as I say goodbye,
to the Blue Sky.