In the depths of blackness
Lies the Raven’s beauty.
The Sun does glisten and gleam
Upon her fragile beating wings
Facets of color in every hue
So unique to her it’s true,
Cover her beautiful wings
In the azure sky that she flies through.
Ah, but now
The Raven lay
Winged upon the ground,
Never more to fly your way.
Lying listless upon Earth’s bed,
Yet, still she is not dead.
These Beautiful wings
Now stained in red.
Once, she flew
Upon the Wind,
Floating on the currents whim.
But now, the Earth beckon’s her.
Death’s call echoes
The winged Raven’s fall ,
Her colors now
Dull in hue.
Her last breath,
Her last call.
No more to fly,
But to the Earth
She now is tied…
