Upon a midnight, cold and drear,
The raven comes—Nyx draws near,
With feathers black as shadowed night,
He whispers soft, “Prepare for flight.”
In talons dark, a secret lies,
A bath to cleanse, beneath the skies.
French Gray Sea Salt, rich and old,
Exfoliates with stories told.
Kaolin Clay, so soft and light,
Absorbs the day, dissolves the fight.
While Black Mica glimmers deep,
It stirs the stars from restful sleep.
Jasmine flowers, drifting there,
A fragrant breath of tender care.
Rose petals float, a lover’s kiss,
Hydrating in the moonlit mist.
Ylang Ylang, sweet and calm,
Brings peace where once there was alarm.
Cedarwood, with roots so wise,
Steadies, grounds, and clears the skies.
Wild Orange dances in the air,
A spark of joy, a bright affair.
And as these scents begin to weave,
The soul, once worn, begins to breathe.
Nyx speaks soft, "Release your dread,
Let waters take what once was dead."
In swirling pools of midnight hue,
The Raven’s gift renews what's true.
So bathe beneath the moon’s embrace,
And find your heart in quiet grace.
For as the raven flies away,
Your worries, too, shall drift—decay.
And from the depths, you rise once more,
Cleansed in the night—forevermore.