.... Nevermore

.... Nevermore

a large bird perches on a tree branch
the illusion of evil is seen in black plumage
superstitious hearts look up and panic
foreboding invades the minds of the unenlightened
rocks are thrown, ruffling feathers
the tree is shaken, breaking loose weak limbs
but the dark eyes and midnight plumes do not abandon the tree
the guttural caws send shivers of defiance through the fearful
the winds of change blow through the tree
the wings of shadow’s hue are spread
lift found, flight achieved
Odin’s messenger on the air, dancing with the clouds
and returning to the tree as to a bust of Pallas
a short flight on fledgling wings
a long stride towards life among the clouds
the shadowed one flies, no longer held by the restraints of gravity
woe to those who fear the night
for it has come on dark wings to fly through the light of day