Bez Berry

Winter's Raven

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I am winter's raven

I caw my carols to the bitter wind

Frost rimes the branches 

Cold claws cling to cold bark

Imperceptibly sliding

I readjust to regain balance

Balance on the silver ice

The creatures starve

And solitary, rigid corpses

Are silhouetted on the snow 

Let others die so I may live

I am winter's raven 

Black upon the cloudless sky