The Cruel Raven

Decrepted soul how blind are thee To see the world so cold and cruel From the blood shed of lost lives Like crushed cacoons of butterflies Not given the chance to take flight. You judge so quickly Of what you can't understand Than given the chance To see through the mask. Why must you be cold To judge things before hand Than learning their secrets Seeing no rainbow in the sky After a rainy storm by day. Why can't you accept Things as they are Let the cacoons grow So butterflies can flee From the silky prisons That held them back. You the raven Talons that slice Butterflies of life Hope and dreams flee. The more cruel and heartless Lesser are the butterflies Whose only dream is to flee To go off to live their lives. As the remaining butterflies Fly off to distant lands You sit on your branch Not willing to take the chance. Foolish raven are you not, You are missing quite alot, Not willing to take risks There you perch upon the sticks.