Celebration…   I am the secret whispered on the wind I am the shadow in the bower I am the tolling of the church bell Upon the midnight hour   I am the blade that slices far too deep I am the icy wind of autumn I am the shadow of the summer sun Across bitter plains of snow   I am the tears that mingle with the rain I am the laughter in the iron I am the smile that fades , a waking dream In the blinding light of day   I am the gallows of guilt I am the pit of despair  I am the shimmer of hope In the chill night air   I am the razor that bites I am the silk of the night I am a murder of crows In endless flight   I am the warrior I am the poet I am the drifter I am the raven…