The raven lands as she calls him
For she is the Queen of this place
She has the power to return him
To his once more human place.

For long ago as a man he had spurned her
Believing not that she was so strong
A foolish, foolish man was he then
In each beat of his wings he now knows he was wrong.

So she calls and he comes and she looks at him
And he looks at her through his human eyes
But he sees a strange look of regret in her
It’s a feeling he can still recognise.
©Joe Wilson – The Raven’s Mistress 2014