Raven Poem by Alison Mujati

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
Amidst the whispered winds, I spread my wings to sway,
A fleck of purple, born of blackest night,
I take to wintry skies, in search of sustenance's light.

The mountains beckon, ridges high and steep,
Valleys below, where icy streams and frozen waters creep,
I brave the biting chill, to find the hidden fare,
And in the stillness, hear the whispers of the air.

This melody of life, a symphony so fine and rare,
Echoes through my being, a harmony beyond compare,
A call to gaze within, to depths both dark and deep,
To find the hidden isles, where secrets lie asleep.

There, in the mirror's gaze, I see the fragments of my past,
Sieved from the dust of nothingness, forged into a soul that will forever last,
A name, a word, a whispered promise, echoes through eternity,
A badge of honor, or a label of identity.

Yet, in the world's gaze, I see the shadows of disdain,
The whispers of the wind, that seek to strip me bare, and leave me plain,
But I will not be swayed, for I am a bird, unique and rare,
A masterpiece, a work of art, a treasure to behold, beyond compare.

My mismatched feathers, a testament to my creator's hand,
A badge of honor, that sets me apart, in this wondrous land,
I'll spread my wings, and let the winds of pride uplift,
For I am a bird, a work of art, a treasure to behold, a wonder to gift.