Albion, Art, Photography, Stuart France

What am I?


When ravens in battle torment’s torn flesh fight…

 Morvran, my horse, firm-hoofed in stance

 Is indisposed to flight.


 Splendid my saddle and bright, never sore

Polished my crown, blameless, pure.


 When ravens over battle-field scream for strife…

Dormath, my hound, noses the green-floor

His red gaze to ground.


Escort am I for the grave east to west

North to south, alive am I, safe in death…

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