Three ravens on a rock.
They sit in silence, listening.
Waiting for the world to talk.

One was brave,
  he led them to the top.
Another was observant,
  watching reality.
The last was lost,
  looking for his way.

Three ravens on a rock, waiting.
The world answered.
Three paths leading away.
Two close, one alone.
Yet all three met again,
  in a sun of sinking red.

Flying at long last together,
  by the sea, along a cliff
     they land.
Three ravens on a rock.

~~~niantar~~~