The Crow

"Crow On A Branch"
(Brooklyn Museum; Wikimedia)

He preys upon the frail and mortal

He escorts the sun out into the nocturnal

Into the depths of Hell

The crow has pierced you

Eating upon thy carrion

Apollo asks the crow to journey

Into the aquatic domain below

He commands thee

“Return with the purity below

Replenish the aqueduct of the sky above”

Instead the mocking bird feeds

On figs a plenty

A tree born unripe

Yet he lingers upon the tree

In delay of the tasks at hand

The crow placed among the constellations

Imprisoned by the hydra of nine

It dehydrates his cup’s remains

Forever condemned to thirst

As Athena descends upon the Earth

Replacing omens with the wise

An owl of insight and fertility

Who once sat upon her throne

Of Athena’s blind side he revealed

All sight of the truth at whole

Forever he’d be the guardian of Acropolis

The moon glow revealed the beauty

Diana…

For the moan bird hoots its call

She’s shrouded in darkness called night

From above the heralds sing

As turtledoves descend

Instilling their blessings of mind

Disrupting the chaos that veils

Each day upon the night

With their swords in hand

They delivered the end to war

With their white gleaming hair

Passing judgment they declared

Arise upon thy silver hallowed land

The Mother Goddess heard thy prayer

Reprisal will soon adhere

With the eternity of life

Forgiven of your sinful nature

Upon heavenly clouds so fair

Question: How far would you go to discover the truth of who you really are?