Raven Flies Free
Long-lived and rusted
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......
death had come to call......
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received,
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah......
Palet......Palet......Palet...............
Her spirit soar......
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Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"
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A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise
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