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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