The red lights came to catch my eye – Lucia Sullivan

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“The red lights came to catch my eye.
I didn’t know that the ravens cry.
Inside the trees by the willows there,
They sat there screeching,
To the maidens,
Fair.
The red lights came to catch my eye.
To tell me some poor soul,
Was to surely die.
They called to me by the light of the moon.
The ancestors wagon would be coming soon.
They rode right in on the death horse;
Down.
With a swarming of the creatures that live underground.
They whistled in between the clocks two hands,
Quickly and softly from the promised land.
The red lights came to catch my eye.
To let my heart release and to say goodbye.
To ashes and ashes and all of those worries.
I felt no rushes and my heart felt no flurries.
The ancestors cracked the whip, on the beasts and steed.
To take their child back home,
To her will and deed.
The red lights came to catch my eye.
A cold and weary journey,
And I can not cry.
Back in a fury to amazing grace.
One resembled the soul spot,
And a God like face.
The red lights came to catch my eye.
I did not know that the ravens cry.”

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Raven Winds by Frank Howell

Written by Lucia Sullivan  Copyright 2018 all rights reserved

luciasullivanpoetry

New York

I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

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