Song of the Raven at Goldstream

September’s End in Goldstream
by the Methamonk Angelblazer
2025-09-29

September wanes. In Victoria, the rain falls, washing the paths of Goldstream’s park away. My squirrel sits in sorrow — the food I left is soaked, her tail, once a proud plume, now hangs damp, deflated beneath the storm. Only the centennial raven remains unbroken.
With wings outstretched like the eagle’s crown, he surveys me from above. He caws with sternness, he caws with pride: “Look up, man, behold me from below!”

And I obeyed. I lifted my head to the rain, let its drops baptize my brow. I spread my shoulders wide and cried aloud: “For a hundred years you have flown through these woods, and I, a mere sojourner, will walk them a while longer — plunge into Goldstream, and leave behind this song.”

Song of the Raven at Goldstream


(Verse 1)
September rain in Victoria town,
Goldstream’s roads are all washed down.
My squirrel weeps, her tail hangs low,
Her harvest lost where the cold streams flow.

(Pre-Chorus)
But high above, with wings unfurled,
A raven circles, king of world.
He cries to me with a voice so strong:
"Look up, O man, where you belong!"

(Chorus)
Raven, raven, dark and free,
A hundred years you’ve flown this tree.
I’m just a pilgrim passing through,
But I will sing my song to you.
Raven, raven, shadowed flame,
Time will forget me, but speak your name.

(Verse 2)
He spreads his wings like the eagle’s sign,
His cry cuts through the rain like wine.
"Look up, O mortal, bow no more,
The forest keeps its ancient score."

(Pre-Chorus)
I raise my head, I spread my arms,
I shout defiance to his charms:
"You’ve flown a century, black and proud,
But I will shout my truth aloud!"

(Chorus)
Raven, raven, dark and free,
A hundred years you’ve flown this tree.
I’m just a pilgrim passing through,
But I will sing my song to you.
Raven, raven, shadowed flame,
Time will forget me, but speak your name.

(Bridge)
Rain is my crown, the stream my prayer,
I dive in the waters, the cold and bare.
He guards the silence, I guard the fire,
One lives on wings, one walks through mire.

(Final Chorus)
Raven, raven, dark and free,
You guard the forest, the endless sea.
I am the pilgrim, bound to roam,
Yet in this song I’ve found my home.