Raven's Song: The Eyes That Would Not See

(For Meadowmere)

In the hall of gentle care,
where frailty wears its honest face,
truth limps slowly with a cane —
but lies, they dance with grace.

Too many watch the brightest smile
and think it wisdom’s crown;
they never test the weight of words
before they strike them down.

The cunning learn the tender’s ear,
they whisper soft appeal;
while those who stand for weaker souls
are branded what’s not real.

Oh, heart that would be kind —
learn first to be robust!
Compassion without judgment’s spine
collapses into dust.

For mercy blind can wound the just,
when vigilance grows weak;
and justice sleeps in silken rooms
where truth dares not to speak.

So weigh each tale, weigh twice again,
before decree is made;
the cost of careless certainty
is even trust’s decayed.

Then let your mind, not beauty’s glass,
be mirror to your heart;
for wisdom grows where courage stands,
and truth must have its part.

— 10 Feb. 2026

Raven's Song