The war is now, the white raven
warned, and you’ll touch the sky
when you raise your sword:
Even if the battle is ruthless,
you’ll progress, knowing,
you wore it all on your sleeve.
His lips will move,
but the message
is lost in the dark
& through those shadows there
you may find peace in shedding your skin
knowing you can begin anew
as once impenetrable fog is whisked
A. W. A. Y.