The dark shadow of a large corvus br A mere crow, br No'a bird far larger far more supreme, br The harbinger of doom so they say br As if cast from some dark dream. br br The raven' br Mystical bird of days of yore, br Glides over me to find a resting place on the cliff br Just beyond the rugged shore. br The silence only broken by their occasional deep croak br A voice far deeper than of any crow that I have heard before. br br Like some dark spirit br Free from the confines of the historical tower, br Their dark shadows only eclipsed br By the black clouds of a passing shower. br br I stand and watch in fascination br Of their arial acrobatics high above, br Their dark shadows cross and re cross br As if dancing in mutual love. br br The stately raven br A bird of legend and steeped in folklore, br Casts a shadow over the grey winter cliffs br A place where the raven reigns supreme and free forever more.