Skazochnik & Featherhex
I’ve been revisiting the old tale of the Whispering Raven that drifts over the misty moor, and I’d love to hear your hex‑lullaby about it.
Hush, the moor breathes soft, the raven whispers low, a sigh that lingers, a curse in lilting rhyme, so close your eyes, let darkness cradle your dream.