“You’re quite infamous around here, milady knight. They call you the #feeder_of_ravens, and fear the ground you tread.”
“I am merely a mortal, trying to get home,” she said, wary of the stranger’s smile. There was too much wanting in it, and she had nothing left to give.
#vss365
#feeder_of_ravens
the aftermath of battle
broken bodies lie
souls are wandering, searching
stubbornly clinging to life.
#vss365 #tanka #poetry #writing #WritingCommunity
The senator regarded the bearing of the man his daughter had brought to entertain for the weekend.
"I don't understand your fascination with those bedecked in camouflage and bristling with weaponry. Do you mean to provoke us by bringing this #feeder_of_ravens into your mother's home?"
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He parked his Hovobike and walked with purpose to the parole office, pausing a moment to clear the bird #feeder_of_ravens, then jerked open the door and strode into the front hall. The officer behind the desk glanced up with eyes that immediately filled with recognition. #vss365
serpent, lion, frog
spirit lovers vengeful come
to feed the ravens
#vss #poem #haiku
#vss365 #feeder_of_ravens
#WitchSky #SpiritSky
A crow perches on a celtic cros headstone in a graveyard in front of a full moon.
He was a #feeder_of_ravens, son of the educated, protector of #knowledge at the Oxbridge.
She was the #third #child of the ground beneath his feet, yet born to save his life. A Lark singing at the hour of his death...and so, he became hers.
#vss365 #2WordPrompt #BraveWrite
"What do you have today?"
"Let me see... #feeder_of_ravens."
"Oh, I know that one!"
"Personally?"
"Ha. Ha."
#VSS365
From the #vss365 jukebox for #feeder_of_ravens, this is Ravens by Mount Eerie from A Crow Looked at Me (2017). It is one of the most brutal records about the reality of death and loss. These are barely songs, just pure grief. The lyrics are a gut punch.
youtu.be/23FF1xeDzcc?...
The park is his kingdom. The bench where he sits, his throne. The birds, his subjects. But the reign of #Feeder_of_Ravens has not been entirely peaceful. Last summer, he repelled Nourisher-of-Pigeons, and the year before, he narrowly vanquished Sustainer-of-Squirrels. #vss365
she longed for the forest
one day to return
where she left her heart
she'll find herself again
to perish
to be the #feeder_of_ravens
to return to nature
#vss365
#poetry
"'Tis I, Eric Lahti: #Writer of the words, solver of the problems of Al Gebra, petter of the dogs, and #feeder_of_ravens when I drop the rings of onion on the ground of despair outside of the stand of burgers."
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#vss365
Who shall we blame
as #feeder_of_ravens?
Atropos’ shears?
Lachesis’ measure?
even back to Clotho’s pull?
How about Ares’ will?
Nemesis’ push?
even curse Zeus’ name
from the start?
No.
Our deaths,
our choices,
our dumb luck,
just pieces in
an immortal game.
"You may wonder why you're naked, staked out on a building, and covered with peanut butter. It ain't no kink thing. You're into that dark ages dress-up stuff, yeah? Well, here's your dark ages name: #feeder_of_ravens. Enjoy da boids, ya fuck."
#vss365
“What’s the right behaviour?” asked Ian. “How are you supposed to know what to do if he doesn’t even talk to you? A compliant little wife? I had you down as a #feeder_of_ravens.”
“I’m an accountant,” said Ava. “But where does it end? Does he just get bored & move on?”
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'Kwaark … kwaark … kwaark!’
‘Ravens. What do they eat? Google it.’
‘Omnivores … anything, including roadkill, insects, eggs, seeds, berries, and even dung.’
‘But not dead bodies on battlefields?’
‘KWARK!!!’
‘Hey! I’m not dead. I’m sunbathing.’
#feeder_of_ravens
#VSS365
The man turned and Rory thought he must have laid down in a nest of birds that used him as a toilet.
Once a mighty warrior, the #Feeder_Of_Ravens now stood as voice for the sentient birds that filled the ragged crags of the canyon.
And he had a quest for Rory.
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When times became hard, Jess was the first to go. The #Feeder_of_Ravens was a cost, and those had to be cut.
Soon, the birds departed, seeking fresh meat elsewhere. Tourists followed shortly after.
London fell - not to invasion, but to organisational restructuring.
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"What is this?" Cried the glowworm, flickering flashes of distress amid the turmoil..
"It's a kaleidoquake!" Sang the woodlice, who had rolled into bouncing balls.
"What if it's the fabled #feeder_of_ravens!" The earthworm curled round the pen as though it were the mast of a sinking ship.
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I've never been a #feeder_of_ravens. Instead, I dine with them before facing my demons unarmed, letting them devour me, chew me up, digest and excrete me, before I assemble myself anew, leaving behind what doesn't serve any more.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity
Shunted from the tram tracks of his destiny, the Warrior Prince's death was a curious footnote in history's tale.
Running towards the enemy, he tripped on a root, only to fall, sprawling, onto his sword.
The Warrior Prince: #feeder_of_ravens.
Fate can be a bitch.
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