The Raven, she is relentless.
She won’t shut up and she makes no sense to those that have not tested their trail.
She is loud,
even in her scrapes
because every sound that comes from her,
rings of the truth.
Truth we don’t want to hear.
Truth we bleed for.
Truth of the spaces we missed, of the things we buried.
Truth of the lies spun around us.
Truth of impending doom if we do not follow her into the darkness to retrieve what is ours.