Spreadeagled on the altar
‘Are you a Raven?’ she asked
I do not know, I do not know
And does it matter?
‘It might’ she replied
Weaving its way to the underneath
waiting for the moment to expand
I see Archangels fall from the sky
in a fury of fire and wings
Much like you
What Leviathan sleeps
in the depths of this ocean
Poised to awaken
drunk with the ecstasy
Who shall I recall?
Cool cheek against the stone
Just the face I knew before I was born
The fealty to which I am eternally sworn
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Just re-posting one of the very first poems I ever put on this blog, long before many of my kind readers had found it.