Midnight Ravens

Behold, the flight of the Midnight Ravens
From cardinal winds they came
Earth-bound by their course
Return to sacred space once again

Graceful in their descent
Wings outstretched with darkness laden
Passing under rustic clouds
Feathers turn into Midnight Maidens

Entering in to the soul of the wood
And performing their hidden office
Five points drawn now the access
To their otherworld place of promise

they are the watchers
they are the keepers
above and below gate-seekers
star divining
and ball-scrying
their all-seeing cats' eye spying

Treading the deepest path
Queens of elemental grounded ways
For the know of well-worn magick
Their crowns they willingly trade

Rising from steaming cistern
Serpents of form and apparition
Twisting 'round the Ash-pole
Hate, be their first commission

Ornamental silvery sounds
Chime from moons' high pale breast
Shading them with Her milk
Blessing for all Her evening circle guests

they are listening
and they are waiting
for the powers they are creating
by enchantment
by lunation
grooming their spells for infiltration

Empress of Akasha
Slowly rhyming the incantation
Widdershins about Her Craftwork
Quickening their plane of meditation

Unfolding before the nightsky
Metal Dragons from whispering mists
Mighty beasts that turn the wheel
Around the pentagram of the Witch

Into legend and folklore
Transcending tales and superstition
These are the finest jewels
Of all time and all tradition

they are the Crones
they are the Maidens
Mothers with gibbous impregantions
they are the Crows
they are the Ravens
Black Swans diving to sunset havens

Seeking pathway through the Ancients
Igniting embers of Old Ways
Yielding to the Power
Travel, into the heart of the arcane

Dwelling in distant place
Aloft and beyond all
A fortress on the outer realm
Prevailing Siren of winter call

Unsiegeable hermetic rock
Metallurgical hex-command
High towers within towers
By their strength the Wise Ones stand