Dance Of The Raven Avatar

Birthed in the mirth of cackling crows,
This dark fire brings dark wisdom
To end sorrow and woes.

An instrument of cosmic justice,
From the depths of Ether and despair.
Conjured from the pain of our ancestors,
Beware the angry echoes of her glare.

Tightly gripped, her heart does not beat,
It burns.
Her brain is black rainbow liquid light
Sunshine shadow.
Her thoughts don't repeat themselves,
They learn.
Her eyes don't look,
They listen.
Her ears don't hear,
They envision.
Her silence is telepathic and when she speaks,
Thunder apologizes.

Imbibing the phantom nectar of eternity,
She grows confident in the chaotic juices of uncertainty.
Spoiled by her lack of fear,
The Queen of Death is always near,
To provide counsel for her indecisive tears.
When she moves, reality rearranges.
When she moves, time timidly tip-toes.
When she moves, gravity stops breathing.
When she moves, mistakes become miracles.

That which is deemed to be dark is full of passion.
And from the depths of Ether, despair and imperfection,
Pain gives birth to a black rainbow ballerina butterfly,
The Raven Avatar has arrived.