Upon a ravens back I flew,

High above this frosted world.

Wondering from what great heights,

Would be humanity’s fall.

Call me back from ids of winter,

Scream forth a storm of woe.

Wish not upon a snowflakes crystal,

Forgotten have you, the groaning foe?

Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.