One night I took a walk beneath a new moon. In that walk I happened upon a
twisted path. At the entrance to the path was a spider who called himself Kaw.
He had the the head of a raven. The spider he wept.

“Why do you weep?” I asked him.

“None will show me mercy.” Kaw replied.

I have no mercy so the sound of his tears fell on deaf ears.

“Where does this path lead?” I asked Kaw.

“To your dreams made manifest,” Kaw answered. “And I am the guide.”

Kaw led me down the path and my Spirit Darkened. Suddenly beauty enraptured
and encircled me. Love exploded from within and I knew I needed to serve. To
feed and be fed upon. Carrion for Crow was the greatest destiny I could desire.
Kaw wept again. I could not hear his tears fall.

Further down the path my Memory of the direction out became False. Still I
remembered the truth. Before me open up a field of fetid rot. Only nature ruled
here and its rule was glorious and strong. What was once would be again. Still
the spider-raven cried. I had no mercy for him.

As progressed I became blinded by the Blackness of worldly Sorrows. At last I
wept with the pain in my gut. But not for Kaw. He had no mercy for me. He was
deaf to the sound of my falling tears.

Still the path continued to wind round and round. My legs grew tired but my
needs propelled my onwards. I had great needs. Need of food. Need of drink.
Need of touch. Again I wept. But Kaw could not hear my cries. He had no mercy
for me.

In the path I came upon a shell which I touched. Before me sprouted a gigantic
tree. The Tree was the Wyrd. Its leaves were of glass and its bark formed a
face. It did not speak to me. I wondered if it wept. I do not think it did for
it had many flowers. Flowers were a sign of joy not sadness. Without sadness
there would be no need to weep.

We moved along the path. In a short while we came to another tree. This tree
did weep from many wounds. It had clusters of berries from which I ate.

“From whence came these wounds?” I asked Kaw. He would not answer. The
berries did not sooth my hunger. Nothing ever does.

In the distance I heard the sound of shadow water flowing. I went to the
sound. A shadowfalls raged there. Its water ebbed liked shadows and its waves
rippled like feathers. Into its depths I looked for my reflection. There was
none. The tears of Kaw fell upon the waves but made no mark. The darkness had
no mercy for him.

At the end of the path was a third tree and at its base was an altar. The tree
was a Ravenwood but it was Master of Crows not ravens. The murder called but Kaw
could not hear them. His tears drowned out their cries. I heard them though. I
placed Kaw upon the altar and slew him with my druid's staff. The insects
devoured his carcass. He weeps no more. That is all the mercy I have for him.

I needed no guide back from my dreaming. I lowered myself down upon the altar.
I turned my druid's staff inward. Crow devoured my carcass. That is all the
mercy He had for me. It was glorious. In my nest from a black egg I was reborn.