The Harpy of the Black Raven’s Feathers
By Mongoose Van Dunkelschreiber
There was a girl standing there,
Staring out into the open.
I do not know what it was that she was staring at,
And for all intents and purposes I do not care,
For I was there, staring at her as she stood.
Her arms stretched out, prepared as if for flight,
Her fair glistening skin shimmered in the morning sun,
Her locks, a scarlet silhouette as I would describe it,
Swayed gently in dawn’s caressing breeze.
To my surprise I saw a single hair fall from her head,
Barely hitting ground it was followed by the others,
And in their place sprouted feathers of the night,
Their dark void glistened with the radiance of a diamond ring.
Her arms transformed in to magnificent wings,
Their pristine edges finely cut through the atmosphere.
The girl turned smiling, her eyes matching with mine,
My heart pounded, desperate to break from my chest,
With a giggle she turns, and in those moments vanished,
But she was not gone forever, for her memory pierced me,
And I see her again when the flag flies half mast.
When men are at their most sorrow she comes,
Gracing us with the comfort of her company.
You can see her perch in the trees or on the stones,
She calls to us and sings a song if we choose to listen.
Then she leaves followed by those who’ve past,
She sees them at last to their journeys end,
In time she will come for me with a smile,
On that faithful day I’ll greet her with open arms,
Meeting at last the girl with the raven’s feathers.