The Raven was once all feathered in white.
He sought to illuminate the whole world.
Earth then endured a perpetual night.
Right or wrong, the Raven's plan was unfurled.
A rich man had boxed the sun, stars, and moon.
Vowing change for the whole Tlingit nation,
evolved a plan for the rich man to swoon,
now a speck of dust, began creation.
As legends tell, the daughter of the man
took a drink and swallowed the new formed speck.
Raven then, was born as child to her clan.
Indulgence of him would the rich man wreck.
Clandestine Raven, now a favored child,
kept tossing shiny orbs through the smokehole,
stealing light from the rich man he beguiled,
then flew away, his feathers black as coal.
Ever sacred, in this Tlingit tale,
Raven proved to all he would prevail.
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Author Notes
Inspired by the postage stamp prompt day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
Excerpt from Google
The Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, Bella Bella, and Kwakiutl viewed raven as the creator of the world and the bringer of daylight, as well as an incurable trickster. The raven is also the frequent subject of myth among the Inupiaq people of the north.
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