The True Squawk of the Crow

Only in darkness can we hear the true squawk of the crow
Piercing light from a lost island, glittering with resonance
Upon a trailing velvet cloak.

Its only when we open hearts, raw as blood meat
We can feel the truth, clanging into every atom of being,
From beyond the wild spectres, whence you came

Let forever prey upon the healers
Who will manifest in every such form, a magic thread
To weave fixes on the sorrowful, the fallen and the lost

To those we join forever, stitch by stitch
A patchwork of magic slowly bringing forth a rainbow
Out of the deepest depths of the darkened night