kneeled down on one knee
peaked up, while head bowed down
just enough to see
that the raven an illusion
created by fear
the master stood up, fearless
grabbed hold of his spear
empaled the raven, now lifeless and weak
the raven vanished, allowed the master to speak
fear is an illusion, water turns to wine
nothing is yours and nothing is mine
our soul we must keep
strong and divine
cut fear at seed level
not to let grow and unwind
when the raven enters your dominion
almost to late
no time to bow down, wait or contemplate
grab hold of thy spear
stand strong, be brave
the raven an illusion, water a wave
the fluid in our spine
will keep us going, to seek, to find
stand tall, wake up, unravel the unkind
be awake, wake up
stop being blind!
