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Two Ravens
At dusk I wait alone
And whenever the moon is rising
With the wolf at ther heels
My ravens come to me.
They perch on my shoulders
And all night long they whisper
Of what they may have seen
Or heard among the worlds.
They have been far, my ravens,
To places where no one lives,
Where courage hangs by its fingertips
From slippery cliffs of belief.
They bring me words which I
Alone can understand;
They are a part of me,
My mind and memory.
At dawn they fly away
And I wait again, afraid,
Because I know one day
My ravens will not return.
© Jeremy Hirst