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Earth Watcher
When colours dull
and the sky greys out.
Through the raven’s sight
comes the sound of a baby’s cry
and the record scratches in my head.
On the wings of birds
through an air of darkness
something left unseen, hidden.
Pegan ritual of the past.
Peace of the present.
Uncertainty of the future.
The crow flies
as the stars blaze above.
Creatures of the night are we.
Spirit of temporal wings
and turbulent winds.
One lonely cry rings
as night prevails
clawing at the ears of the night crawler.
In the clarity of silence,
the Earth Watcher reigns.
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