Tale of a Raven

Dreamers of the night watch their dreams dissolve like fading illusions

A raven’s wing

Perched on a tree

Grew silently in the night

 

As darkness fell

The raven screamed

Echoes of a fallen knight

 

A jaded knife

In its back

Bled silent rivers of tears

 

The raven sang

To its delight

Sounds of stricken fear

 

And as the moonlight

Graced the lands

Washing away the dark

 

The raven sat

On its perch

A torn wing hanging from a branch

 

The eagles flew

In distant circles

Crying silence in a crowded night

 

The wind blew harder

And the raven slumbered

Its feathers finally reached the ground

 

The branch shook off

A fainted raven

Resting peacefully in nature’s arms

 

The night had captured

Another soul

Of a defeated raven

Whose sole desire

Was to make it through the night