The Raven

Not at all related to Edgar Allen Poe's work.

The Raven

The most pure creature with the blackest of wings
Beautiful eyes, filled with beauty and innocence
Gleams of light radiate from it's flawless pupils
A soft elegance is held from Head to quills

Protected by the wolf, kept in its shadow
Into the withering night, this angel follows
Giving the lone beast it's wings of protection
No matter how tainted, They are wings of perfection

Flying low in the sky, a saviour of the red sea
Those who fall in the sea of blood and those in need
Saved by the flying black angel of life
helpless souls are saved from their self-inflicted strife

This majestic darkness, falls into no hands but its own
Giving way, fighting the light and keeping the moon from going down
Allowing the night to keep a comforting home
for the wolf so that he may have the comfort alone

The wings swiftly fight the wind and gravity
Keeping itself above this vein heavenly-hell suite
Keeping the memory of it's birth from the land
Now using the full capacity of it's wings spanned

A dark angel of this realm of light
Giving balance for all in sight
So that none will be blinded
By this barren waste, all but dead

Sacredly held by the wolf as it's conjugate
Only differed by her power of flight
Above the land and all who own gaia
Staying away from the sea of blood, the purifier

Author's Note

A part of a compilation I started.

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

This is a good piece. As the raven is often the symbol of god incarnate and/or the messenger of gods/underworld that you use the raven as an analogy of the sacred is very appropriate. Odin of Norse myths is often pictured in raven or wolf forms.

I feel there is additional meaning here that I'm missing though...probably not your fault though...long week.