Ravens (Photo credit: Sergey Yeliseev)
Spreadeagled on the altar
I wait
‘Are you a Raven?’ she asked
I do not know, I do not know
And does it matter?
‘It might’ she replied
A Psychopomp
Weaving its way to the underneath
Coiled within
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
Remembering me?
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
Just you.
(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. 🙂
helenvalentina 
From the title, I wondered if you were putting the Poe into your poetry. 🙂
LOL, no, though that would be cool!! 🙂 The raven is a reference from a dream I had when a very old woman asked me if I was one, I said I didn’t know then asked if it mattered and she said it might. then later I read that a raven is an initiate level in one of the earlier religions so I thought that was kind of cool and the rest of the poem sort of flowed from there. It’s just meant to be kind of dreamlike and mysterious! 🙂
It is very dreamlike and mysterious……..Just agreeing with you!! 🙂 Glad you reposted this! Such a great idea!!
Thanks so much, the dream that inspired it really only figures in the first stanza, and I wasn’t on an altar in the dream either, just having a cup of tea with the old woman, but it seems more dramatic this way, LOL! 🙂
Ohhhhh…to spend 24 hours in your brain. {{Putting that on my bucket list}}
LOL…it might be a bit of a confusing 24 hours…I confuse myself half the time, LOL!! 🙂 🙂