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Raven warrior day

Today I feel like a warrior, the raven warrior I used to be.

I feel like dressing up in my old black clothes and wearing my raven feathered necklace and rethinking about designing that raven feather cloak I have always wanted to make.

I miss my gothic make-up today; I used to be a Goth as a teenager and into my mid-twenties – a big contrast to the semi-kawaii style I like these days.

I was the Gothic Jock type at school, but also sort of nerdy – because I was an A & B grade student mostly and I was teased for it some of the time, though I never flaunted it and tried to conceal my grades wherever possible – because in my family, nobody got grades like that it is a sort of anomaly, a weird thing which I held close to my heart in shame.

My dad and his side of the family was the only people I felt comfortable knowing my grades, because on dad’s side of the family there are teachers and government workers, so education is important to them and it’s not a cause for shame there.

But today, I am the raven warrior again – or at least it’s the first time in years I feel like she’s been awakened again.

At least I do have some black clothes, though no make-up – at least I can sort of feel like my old self again, in part. 

A black lace cami, a long black skirt, a back flowing shrug, black socks though ruined by pink diamonds, but you can’t have everything in this place.  It’s a cheerful day, despite the kind of poetry I am producing and despite looking mournful – to me it’s a brighter day in my heart.

I wonder why the raven spirit in me is so strong today?

I used to be called Raven Mother by some people in the past – sometimes The Raven Warrior – sometimes The Vampire – sometimes the warrior goddess  and I tried to get people to call me Raven but they didn’t do it, because I guess they didn’t like my sense of humour in being known as The Raven Lunatic, haha.

Some people have no sense of fun – in fact most, don’t.

I had lots of interesting nicknames before I moved in with Paul and every ounce of my identity in all of them has gone, you wouldn’t recognise me now from what I used to be.

I may have been abused badly in my past and mostly isolated – but to be honest I did still socialise on my mother’s terms and I did so more often than I do now I live with Paul.  I may have been living day to day scared for my life with violence and unpredictable people and living day to day with loss after loss – but strangely enough, I was happier then than I am now.  I still don’t understand it.

Maybe I was happy because of how many people used to visit?  Maybe I was happier because I was a lot richer back then and never had to wait months between necessary non-food purchases?  Maybe I was happier because I had more personal freedom around the home, even though I had copious amounts of duties and chores to do between them?

I don’t know.

As I said, I am still puzzled by it.

How can someone be so happy in a situation where day to day they are not sure if they would be alive by the end of the day?

Food for thought I guess?

Yet when I was in that situation I was desperate to get away because I was under so much stress, I often had black outs because things got too much for me and I had to constantly make excuses to non-family people about why I can’t be normal, why I can’t just take their invitation on the spur of a moment etc – because there was often a violent backlash if I did.  Not from them or from me, but if my mother found out she’d go nuts and literally hunt the person down.

So the raven took her flight and said “Nevermore” to that situation and came to live with Paul.

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Burned for knowledge

The woman in white was burned

Into a raven she turned

With knowledge as her power and truth in her wings

She knows the lies that the adversary sings

Protected by snakes that do not tell the lies

Guiding the children as she flies

The scarecrow tries to stop her and break her wings

But her truth is always heard when she loudly sings

That all is not forsaken!

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Why are we forsaken?

Some fell on the wayside

Some were thrown there as betrayers

For they had allied with our slayers

And we knew

So we did what we had to do

The so-called faithful

Met their fateful

They cry alone why are we forsaken and left within the blue?

Because we knew what was true

The raven saw, this is why she flew

Saw the trickery which was within you

And flew onto pastures new

To continue and recoup

Know thy enemy be the word

A tricky one is our black bird

Did you really think you could outwit the raven, to steal her children from New Haven?

Especially when she works for God?  Claw and beak she saw the fraud

And took her children clean away

So they can innocently play, within New Eden one summer’s day

Whilst you will always cry and say…

Why am I forsaken?

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Their mouths

The world mouths at me

Their mouths bite

Their mouths jeer

Their mouths sneer at the sight of me

Me, the raven upon the wing

She who will save the children

She who obeys the word

She who will lead the herd to pastures new

The world sees me as darkness

But I shine bright my light

So bright it is as though I have blinded them

Poor children lost in night

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Raven’s snare

The black dragon watches us with a keen and sneering eye

The raven watches back and knows he is really sly

The jackals are very near him and yet the dragon doesn’t see

Because he watches the raven, so very closely

The cobras slither near his tail and he is completely unaware

That soon the dragon will be entrapped within the raven’s snare!

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Mould the clay

Not now, cries the raven

For I am weak and worn

My wings are beaten and torn

I am tired and forlorn

Yes now, little raven

He tells her in her dreams

That time has come it seems

To mend your wings for war

No more, says the raven

Yes more, says the voice

So we can rejoice

When the new dawn has come

You will be warmed by the sun

And you will ache no more

No more?  Asked the raven

No more, says the voice

But you do have a choice

This path or two others

Choose wisely for you sisters and brothers

You lead the way

You mould the clay for which land they will play

On that fateful day

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Said the raven

Who will save the children?

I, said the raven

Who will feed the children?

I, said the raven

Who will lead the children?

I, said the raven

Where will you take the children?

I, shan’t tell said the raven

Why shan’t you tell, raven?

For I will not betray them!

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In the new Eden

Collecting apples in the Garden of Eden was a sin

I won’t commit the same act, I am not dim

An Eve of a new dawn, collecting peaches instead

Whilst nursing strawberries in their straw beds

The march is cancelled, but the date is still on

I’ll be gardening here, when they have all gone

It will be quiet on Earth without all their noise

But I will tinker on in solitude and poise

I am a raven who has lost her wings

But louder now the angels sing

For I have a new path that I must take

And not a foot wrong should I make

To grow a new garden for the King and son

For a new age has just begun

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By the lions tooth

Set the lion free my dear

Let him lead the way

Let him lead the people

Let him help the strayed

Do not hold the lion down

Do not change his mind

He needs his freedom to set in place

A sanctuary for the end of time

The lion is our key to hope

Do not hold him back

Do not let the devil win

Don’t let the lion slack

The spirit of Michael harnesses the lion so

Because the lion is strong enough to stop the devil’s show

But the lion thinks he is not the one

He thinks he is the fallen son

But we the ravens know the truth

The devil is destroyed by the lions tooth

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Lost Lion

The raven sees the Lion

The lion doesn’t know

The lion slowly roams

Which place does he go?

The raven knows his destiny

The raven knows the way

But the lion doesn’t see her

Maybe he will some day?

God had put him on this path

But he is in denial

Stricken by his heart of morals

Scared he’ll be put on trial

So cautiously he takes his steps, deeper into the sands

Hoping that somehow things will become clear to him

A miracle in his hands

The raven tries her best to tell, to shout – I know the way

But her voice is drowned out by his fears

As he tearfully prays

So many signs she have given him

To show him the path is near

But slowly he wanders off too far

So that he doesn’t hear

Too many times the raven caws

Too many times unheard

Too many times the lion has walked too far from the bird

God has told her have patience dear

Let him find the way

Soon things to him will be all too clear

Right now the fogs too grey

But the raven sits in worry

That maybe he’ll roam too far

That maybe he will become lost

Just like the fallen star

But God said that he will be fine

All he needs is a rhyme

A rhyme to find the way

So the little raven sits on her perch and sings the rhyme today

Will he hear her, I don’t know

But we sit and watch and wait

Because nobody is like the lion

The lion is strong and great

The lion has a purpose

And it is not safe to tell

But all you need to know is

The lion frees us from Hell!

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