Working for Raven

Working for raven
Starts a wild black fire inside
You wonder what is lost
In the wind and why
The chase might bring more
Than the sky shot with cloud
He pays you with small morning sun streaks
To relieve your dream life
We all work for the echos, he says
Shout and wait for the return
When your voice no longer answers
He says, you will have won your freedom
Raven never answers your calls
He sells you secret shares of the otherworld
You buy them to fuel the fire
To warm the black feathers he makes you wear
Flight is so below you, he explains
You believe your pride
Scratch autographs on the rocks
To pass the time as you grip the ledge
Every now and then, for raven fun
He comes and pecks
And explains about the fall