Insight Out

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