Legend Of The Raven And The Rose

 

Red petals fall to the ground

Like tears from a lady’s cheek.

Wings as black as night

Sours above with a strong presence

With help from clouds in the background.

The petals find life in the comfort of the wind

While causing plight for the wings in flight.

Mother nature takes on a mission

Sent down from above using the fury of a storm.

The petals swept into a graveyard

As the winged creature comes to rest

Upon a tombstone.

Once the aftermath of a hard lesson sinks in,

A raven’s feathers have been laid to rest

Upon a bed of rose petals

Where they both will find peace

Without being buried.