At the window of my cottage on a cool, damp, foggy, morning,
Stood a Raven clad in white. I’d never seen such a sight.
How could it be? The Raven is a black bird you see.

But there he stood feathered in white; red eyes burning like coals.
He stared intensely for the longest time then spoke quite clearly;
“My name is Providence and I have come to bring you a warning”.

“Am I descending into madness?” A white raven speaks as though a prophet!
Yet there was something in this raven’s eyes; I stood there fully mesmerized.
Like a bird of prey he did not flee but as I watched drew near to me.

“My name is Providence” he said again “and I have come to bring you a warning.
In six days’ time I will come again and claim your worthless life of shame.
What is the legacy of a fool? That he has rejected the Lord of Life.”

“Is there no hope White Raven for a man such as I? No mercy that I must die?”
“Yes” said he “if you love The King and bow to his royal throne.”
Then as quickly as this white raven came I found myself alone.

Should I heed the warning of this white winged harbinger?
Was any of this even real? A white raven; How could it be?
The Raven is a black bird you see.

Ravens don’t talk or certainly bear warnings;
Perhaps I’ll feel better tomorrow morning.