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The Raven's flight
The slow beat of the drums, there soft sound carriers across the
fields into the muffled darkness, the flames from the fire dancing
against the blackness of the night, waiting to consume that which
they can, the wood crackling, the amber's floating up into eternity
night.
The slow march to the funeral fire, my body readied for it's finally
journey.
I feel the sadness of leaving this place, this time, that life, but
it was my time to go.
Many a battle I had fought, a good run I did have, but still, it
hunts me through time, the sadness I feel of leaving that place, the
tears come to my eyes, the sadness of leaving my people, such beauty
in such sorrowful circumstances, to be separated from the flesh of
those we held most dear.
My body turns to ashes, I rise up into the night like a raven in
flight, dancing with the amber's in there flight. The drums beating,
there sounds carrying across the fields into the night.
Morrigan
© Vampire Church
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