The Revelations of Ravens
A poem
MICROPOETRY
A poem
Perched on power lines,
the ravens hold court,
their raspy council caws of conspiracies,
echoes in the ether.
With shrewd ebony eyes
they trace the ley lines
crossing this toxic land.
The landscape hums with portent,
frequencies unseen,
that will only emerge
when the veil lifts.
In the lingering gloaming
the ravens riddle in rhapsodies,
testing theories of the coming.
Shards of darkness will assemble
into fractal fragments, and
inside these dark kaleidoscopes, truths lie.
But for now,
the ravens rule roosts of revelation.
They divine the deep codes
in dawn’s rosy digits,
detect the secrets in the star-stitched night.
Mystery yet blooms as they brood.
When the moment manifests,
the ravens will reveal rhythms
and riddles beyond our ken.
Until then they wait, watching,
whispering wisdom in tongues alien,
their discourse drifting on damask breezes.
Awakening begins soon.
The ravens know.