Mystic mist: Hark! Who goes there?
Who dares knock at the door of dusk?
Raven: Hail to thee my friend. It is I,
Raven, the one you have forgotten you know so well.
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Raven of Mystic: Part I

In this town called Mystic,
hugging the wailing Atlantic.
This is the home of savage red-skins,
blue eyed devil-men,
and the hope of mankind;
the future, the ultimate frontier.
I was born on the twentieth day of May
in the year of our Lord,
Sixteen-hundred sixty-six.

My mother was a waxen beauty.
She was given to the power;
our secret bond, a dark-age antidote,
mysterious, intrigued by the heart
of creation. No-one should know,
not one soul would learn.
I was the tenth of ten
boys. Fragile. I would not live was
the fear and prophecy. 'It would be
the will of God.' But it is written, who
so ever shall inherit the vision of
Sara, shall bring into this world a
breathing key to revolution, order and
catastrophe; the greatest fear of
ignorant men. All went according to the
plan laid out at the beginning of time.

In the cloak of darkest night,
Raven, the brooding forests Midnight
Queen came for the promise of a debt
repaid and I was spirited away from the
mother who bore me, my people, my new
life, into the underside. God with a
different face.


(to be con't.)

11/28/2006

Posted on 11/29/2006
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