Raven

There was a girl whose name was Meek Always sunny she turned the other cheek Her father Harold was a low profile man Her mother died early when she was ten. To her father she was the pride and joy But no one knows the destiny's ploy In viscous storm of 1987 She stepped out to street to find a dead raven. The day was shivering in lightening hurls She stooped and covered the bird with curls There was in distance a grumble heard Her paltry house caved in the world was blurred. Next day her neighbors came to see What happened to Meek and her father They saw a mangled raven under debris And there was not a soul or other. But they felt the sunshine grace After the nights of rainy spell In the village of Ambersace Where heaven always meets the hell.