When The Crow Flies

Last night the voices of darkness spoke my name,
They sang my song of Death; or Life,
All thru the night two horses, one black and one white,
Carried my Soul in their race for Life; or Death,
When the Sun Spirit wakes, willI see the Crow fly?

These messangers of darkness, sat on my sill,
Stared into my eyes, sang my song of Death,
The mountains listed, so quiet, so still,
But the silence was loud, as my heart beat fast,
The Owl messanger joined the Crow,
One white and one black, still called to my Soul.

The Crow and the Owl with my Spirit took wing,
The Wolf mourned in the loneliest of sounds,
Mournfully calling my Soul back to ground,
The Ancient Ones' hail as my Soul responds,
My Spirit is guided along the Warrior's path.

Two houses; One black and One white,
Listen for voices as the race thru the night,
Life and Death, the longest short race,
With the definitive end and the ultimate goal,
When the Sun Spirit wakes, will the Crow stay or go?