The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 4 - Raven's First Nightmare
Quick doth young legs run
At the moment's ending of the lesson
The sprinting limbs, do they belong
To the girl: Raven.
Daughter of Arella
Fathered by the Demon-King: Trigon.
Once was Raven taught
By Azar, the Almost-Goddess-
But twas that long ago
Ere when Raven was but ten years of age
Did Azar sadly pass-
All saw Spirit-Soul rise
Never to again be seen
In the dimension of pacificity and peace-
Its name? It be: Azarath.
Now doth Raven learn
Under the guiding hand of her mother
But as the lesson be over today,
Doth to meditate she flit
Silently does Arella follow-
And meeting High Magistrate Coman ,
Do both observe the girl from afar
Said Arella:
"Coman, must I confess-
Doth Raven speak ne a word to me
Lest she must.
Thrice years,
As soon as her lesson, are they over,
Doth to meditate here she rush."
"Must I confess again, Coman,
Even now do I - her own mother, for Azar's sake -
Even now, beginning to fear her
Am I."
Twas not soon after
Whilst Arella - trying, she was, to sleep-
Did hear from Raven's room
A most agonizing scream
Rushing quick to her daughter's side
Did Arella swing the door wide with haste.
And at once, twas she confronted
By a most horrible scene:
Raven lay in bed
Shrieking mightily with fear
At the image of the Demon-King above her head
Taunting their daughter,
That voice which bellowed deep,
"Raven, you are mne!" taunted the terrible Trigon
"No! Go away!" did Raven in reply scream
In a flash
Did to her aid Arella rush
Cradling her daughter's head in her arms,
Did thus she turn to her husband's avatar
"Leave her alone!" Arella screamed,
"Let my daughter be!"
And with that
Did the spectre of Trigon's face
Tilt back in laugh,
And finally fade.
When sure Trigon had vanished,
To her bairn did Arella turn
"Raven! Be you alright?"
"Mother! O, mother - whom wast he?"
"Said he, was I his daughter - Mother, be this the truth?"
"Mother, please, do to tell me - Mother! What say you?!?"
Arella bowed her head,
And upheaved a great sigh
And after a silent moment,
"Your father he is,"
Came the reply.
Twas at that moment,
Did Coman burst into the room
"O, Azarath! Did it shake!
O, his voice! Did it boom!"
"All of Azarath did hear it!
All have gathered round outside!"
"Tell me, Arella, was he here?
That voice! Was it Tri-"
With the raise of her hand,
Did Arella cut him off midspeak-
"Yes, Coman, Trigon was here,
Twas he, made Raven shriek!"
"Ay," spoke Coman gravely
"Ay, not safe from him here, are we!"
"The girl!" screamed a nearby woman,
"The girl! Did she bring upon us all this threat!"
"Ay, woman," did Coman reply,
"Ay - right may you be yet!"
"But woman, hath you forgotten an egregious fact!"
"Trigon was born, yes, of evils-
Thy evils of Azarath!"
