The raven’s perched high above
Sizing up her prey
From her perch she’ll watch and wait
Not for naught nor for fun
Peering down she eyes her toy
Patiently gazing in no hurry at all
She sways to and fro in her own breeze
This way that way never straight
Slowly she begins what will be the end
The start of her slow casual descent
Down she floats toward her prey
In no hurry for he’s going nowhere
She alights upon his feet tied to the trunk
The raven and he stare at each other
A greeting of sorts so they pretend
She rests for a bit so as to taunt
She claws at his feet as if to caress
Digging in deep to maintain her claim
While his soles become open and raw
His ragged flesh ever reddened and flayed
From the depths of his being ran his life force
Up and up does his life flow down
Down pours his blood fast and loose
Up does it flow reaching down to his head
As his blood covers and coats him
As it races down to his head
It passes to pool thick under his chin
Coating and soothing the outside of his throat
Till it over flows its banks to continue
Its run not before dribbling into his ears
And out again only to outline his face
And color his cheeks before absorbed into his beard
To mock him with false berserker rage
The raven she watches standing quite fixed
Squeezing her claim digging still deeper
Causing a shriek then a pained jerk
She watched life’s ocher spray to and fro
Splattering and spraying this way and that
The blood made mud splashes up and out
Pouring over and out with nowhere to bend
To wherever it will does it stream
But not before his shrieking is through
Does the lord of the slain see to it that
He reabsorbs his life force through his flesh
What he lost through his soles of his feet
With a reluctant swallow gurgle and gasp
Does he humbly accept back some of what
He now wishes were forever lost
So still and softly does he now sway
Silently sweeping the soil he seeded
With blood running from his feet to his face
Cold sweat running up from his brow
Rivers running red from the thick forest
Of his scalp onto the ground just under his head
As the pool all his own deepens dark red
And widened by ever richer drops
It was lapped up with an eager pink tongue
Of the gray red eyed opportunistic wolf
He now ripped free from the ravenous bird
From under his feverish flesh
To quench the fierce fenris thirst
Of the famished wolf now his fiendish friend
Two unlikely comrades in arms
One serving as the other feeds
One joyous in depravity
The other giving purpose to that joy
Of lapping up that fate filed pool
Leaving naught but red hued snow
The wolf unsatisfied quickly moved in
To what stuck to his face head and neck
Licking his face deep into his eyes
Before kissing his parched mouth drier still
With that slobbering drooling wet tongue
The wolf reached deep down inside
Biting long squeezing tight pulling hard
Till the two become one and the same
And out came the two that become one
Torn and twisted jagged red and raw
Hanging and swaying out from the mouth
A mouth not of its source and home
In envy down swooped the savage bird
Ferociously fighting over the sacred spoils
And the steely spined sacrifice no longer cared
Now forever bled blind and dumb
But not deaf to his silent screams
He can tell no prayful person of his plight
So I now write all I witnessed and recall
