Rising, confronted with the realization of another day… snarling carnivore clamping down the terror breaking out Seated, facing the light, a voice like my own saying, “Feel…” unknotting this inside tsunami breathing Calming, the last hurricaned heartbeat settling… enemy mine the call to again ride the Dragon Melissa Lemay calls on us to write pivotal…

The ravens come. An oak tree filled with autumnal-colored, yet shriveling, leaves stands on a stretch of fading grass. The birds perch on its outstretched limbs and on the ground before it. The Morrigan follows her flock. Pale, black haired, a carnivorous smile across her gaunt, cadaverous visage, she spreads her right arm to her…