Ryan Fox — The Crossroads

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Down the dusty haunted highway I stagger with my load
No folk around to help me on this God forsaken road
Somewhere in the distance a raven calls my name
He’s circling the crossroads, waiting to play his game

His voice is clear as sapphire, his wing as black as night
His beak is sharp and shiny, ’tis a fearful looking sight
Sat perched upon that wooden post he peers into my soul
I ask to pass the crossroads but the Dark One has control

Dawn is nearly breaking, the Sun will ease my fears
I remember she who loved me, who wiped away my tears
The raven is not real, in the least he cannot talk
So now I may continue past the crossroads as I walk

And as for you my friends, I hope you’ve listened well
And do agree the crossroads are not the kind of place to dwell
I took the truest turning at the crossroads thankfully
But I won’t be going back there for they nearly ended me