This is a response to a Writer’s Island prompt, “superstition”. I chose to write about raven mockers, a kind of wizard/witch/evil spirit in Cherokee mythology. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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I come for
the souls of the dying;
for they are

my only sustenance.
I can smell impending death
from far away.

What you consider
stench is incense to me,
sweet and toxic;

guard your dying
well, for I seek their
hearts for food.

I take the
form of Raven so that
I am not victim

myself, for scavengers
are not the stuff of
other creatures’ sustenance.

Beware me: I
live long from the strength
of your souls;

For I am
Raven Mocker, and I seek
out your dying.

Written 6/16/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.


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