ravensfeather

'mouthless and toungless,
she speaks only with her eyes,
those opaque blue windows to her soul,

she will intrance you, grasp you,
and pull you into a vision of wonderous beauty

but as she gives life from her ever-flowing womb, she takes it just as gracefully, intraping you in a euphoric blanket of dark, yet light that calls you to your death

she is the virgin, the mother, and the crone

she is life and death itself'

this is a poem i wrote for the drawing i did above, it was written and drawn in 2002...hope you enjoyed