words in a tales room

The ravens were flying overhead in a strange, frightening dance. “ Bad sign” she said. The old woman knew He was back. She felt even the moment he thought of it . Ravens never lie. They thrive .Even a small step he would decide to take ,and the birds she had put her spell on would have felt it ,even the moment the electrical signals would link to process a possible thought .It was in His blood .He was bounded to those creatures through the small ,unseen paths,that only the old woman’s mind could perceive.They would form a way she would feel it like a well-read clairvoyant .

“Come my children!” ,she said and she stretched her hand with small, uncertain trembles, letting something be seen that it had been kept out of sight long time ago :part of her uncovered skin .Her fingers pointed with long ,bended nails to her birds she laid all her thoughts to .Suddenly a pack of three ravens flew straight towards a point on her wrinkled hand .She received them with those black eyes on white ivory background ,sparkling of knowledge ,cunning and a lost dizzy thread of love ,maybe her only way of showing her sweet ,warm caress she had for them .Then something amazing started to happen ,her straight unseen lines which showed her focussed attention ,crossed the three birds’ point of attraction :her thoughts state .A strong communication took shape ,but in another ,out of sight ,maybe still unwritten ,place ,beyond reason ,built only by feelings ,sensations ,perceptions.

She entered a new phase of her lost spirit .She found herself again .That “herself” was not the old lady ,it was Ahmen .They had been separated too long ,her pain grew ... .Higher Ahmen went ,downer the birds’ keeper collapsed .Her mindfield was much more than a desert .It had corners where He would hide ,waiting for her to come ,and so the battle should once again begin .Shadows would start to move across that long community of undefined .corners would turn into round shaped boxes ,trapped there ,with her shadows ,her ravens ,maybe Ahmen too.

Thrives made her hand move easily .Maybe Ahmen was lost .He fed himself with all her strength .The old woman knew that now for sure ,ravens told her .Her ears began to sharp their senses .She heard Ahmen’s laments ,far from reason .A path was built .She felt it .But her powers couldn’t help her do this journey all alone .The old woman decided to join herself .Her hood with dark shapes ,the grey wooden sticks she carried in her bagful among the round link which kept with its total conviction the nine keys she needed ,all these couldn’t protect her anymore .He would grab Ahmen ,like He did before with long lost souls .

Ravens started to tremble more and more .In a circling dance ,far from a dance of joy ,more one of spirits’ calling ,the little creatures started to fade away .They fed with her fears ,they bathed ,drunk by her loneliness ,in her feebleness .

She left leaving behind only a dark cloak .The blackness kept inside spread away with long mourns, melted in just one piece of that thread of love.

She will return... one old woman in a black cloak .