The Raven, she embodies the hollow night.
She sits in the blindness next to you, quiet, yet unspeakably noticed.
She peers into the spaces between your bones, and she sees everything about you. She sees it all, and then she envelops you with great comfort.
A glow escapes her feathers, whose crevices are unable to keep back her infinite soft light, this compassion, this grace, this calm.
Both powers held in her shape
of daunting yawn of night
of complete and quiet acceptance.
You are known here. You are loved here.
In the silence.