RAVEN ARCHER

She doesn’t have to speak to be understood
Her aura says it all when she walks into a room

Making ruthless leaders bow to her in servitude
Having those who criticize her suddenly on mute

Intense and bright eyes that can surely shoot
Discerning, and from any bullshit, she is immune

Her wings are behind her, so white with a hue
Consciousness inside her, guiding her moves

Unique and so precious, is her sour-sweet fruit 
A powerful woman who makes the ground move.

Raven Archer