The Obsidian Song

Listen intent to the obsidian song,
of wing'd ravens in their throngs

They gather in the hemlock grove,
to discuss a treasure trove

of knowledge gathered throughout ages,
of regal faeries and their sages,

of nights spent beneath glittering stars,
of the vexations and spoils of wars,

of raccoons playing in the stream,
of iron beasts, breathing steam,

of deer, white tails brightly flashing
of canid teeth, grinding, gnashing,

of little black babies in the trees
leaping about from knee to knee.

Corvus Corax is ever learning,
gathering knowledge in his yearning,

he plucks the eyes of the fatted calf,
while cackling a solemn laugh.