The Owl and the Raven
Three
hundred years ago a Queen was naughty.
She would not be quiet.
The
Queen became impatient.
An extraordinary event took place.
By mischance she changed into a great owl in
the night.
The raven flying, opened the window and said, “I
wish you were a raven, fly away.”
She
spoke words to the raven.
Her arms out the window, dark outcry.
Time…
Nothing.
The
raven crying… The voice came nearer.
“I
am a King, and am bewitched.
She
said, “Thou must deliver me.
Thou
shalt wait for me, I shall be set free.”
The
promise to do everything she desired.
The
raven was alarmed at the sight of the owl sitting in the corner.
The
master, that monster .
He
set eyes on his life.
Devour
a man, without slightest of difficulty.
“I
know you,” Said the master. “You have courage enough to chase a blackbird.”
Dead,
grim creature, terrified servant.
Dangerous
beast, break loose.
All
shut up.
An
enemy appeared already.
The
most courageous stepped fourth.
A
great man to drive away the monster.
Looking
at that woman he armed himself.
The
owl perched herself, he bravely had designs on her.
Escape.
She
ruffled her feathers and flapped her wings.
The
valiant hero, half fainting, put himself in danger.
Deliver
me.
Waken
she might.
With
his golden finger given, so it rang.
Deliver
me.
Golden
power, howling, glimmering; arose.
He
ventured thee desire to satisfy true.
The
heart found a home.
The
golden chamber had searched out the man day and night.
He
rejoiced when he saw her
They
were beating so furiously.
Struck
everywhere, they ought to divide.
She
cried aloud in delight, took the King in Arm, kissed him and said, “Thou set me
free.”
Indeed
value your truth.
Everything
seemed expedient
So
they set fire.
They
will not believe.
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