12 - The Raven's Flight

[Stanza I] From Mirellith’s outstretched hand, a spark of magic stirs the air, Shaping wings of midnight feathers, whisper-soft and cold as prayer. She breathes a word, the spell takes flight, and through the raven’s silver sight, She soars above the waking world, far beyond the edge of night. [Stanza II] Across the forests vast and endless, over fields both green and scarred, She drifts above forgotten battlefields, where warriors lie charred. Their shattered shields, their fallen blades, tell stories etched in blood and dust, A silent choir of ghosts and echoes calling her to rise and trust. [Refrain] The Raven flies, through storm through shame, Born of shadows, born of flame. With borrowed eyes I roam the sky, To learn the truth of where they ride. (Here flies The Raven) The Raven [Stanza III] She glides above the burning homesteads, flames devouring roof and beam, A scar across the peaceful lands, a nightmare carved into her dream. And on the roads, in hidden hollows, lurk hungry thieves with daggers drawn— Predators of desperate nights, who stalk the unwary at dawn. [Stanza IV] Then through the drifting smoke she sees them—two riders bold, relentless, strong: Gamlas, fierce with sharpened purpose, Rurik driving hard along. Their steeds thunder across the valley, toward the gates where fate is woven, toward the city called..... Stonehaven. [Refrain] The Raven flies, through storm through shame, Born of shadows, born of flame. With borrowed eyes I roam the sky, To learn the truth of where they ride. (Here flies The Raven) The Raven [Bridge] In darkest flight, the truth unfolds, A world on fire, a path foretold. From sky to earth, the threads align— The raven’s gaze becomes divine. [Refrain] The Raven flies, through storm through shame, Born of shadows, born of flame. With borrowed eyes I roam the sky, To learn the truth of where they ride. (Here flies The Raven) The Raven Here flies the Raven