I , (pointing to crow), , see you staring at me, through clear beaded eyes
You are the soul taker, otherworldly maker, journey creator
Black as Tar, your feathers shine, Crow “Caw (crow sound)”, Crow “Caw”( crow sound)
One day, you say, you will be mine.
Soul retrieving is your gift, your intent
Waiting in time, shape shifting under the Moon’s silvery glint
As The Morrigans Allie, in battle you did, with the phantom queen quench,
both lifting the veil between the living and dead.
Be attuned to the crow, let them right in
Medicine healing starts to begin
Ask questions, DECIDE, whether to walk or to fly
Take thoughts on your journey, ones intuition, reply?
Magick from the crow is powerful sacred law,
Look to the mirror and your own self adore
By Kevin Richardson ©