Reign of the Ravens

In a swirling mist inside my mind Five tombs containing comatose swans labeled Kindness, Caring, Courage, Love and Joy Sweet nectar of my soul Five weathered tombstones lie side by side Marking where my goodness, the swans, have gone to rest Five ravens croak nearby still very much alive Their names are Contempt, Indifference, Cowardice, Hate and Sorrow My poison, the ravens, running rampant Counterparts to those goodly tombstones Wreaking havoc upon those goodly tombstones The ravens reign One thing keeping the ravens back A lone sparrowhawk called Hope battering the toxins back keeping them at bay with a defiant scream Trying to achieve a goal that can't be reached Wanting to find love from within a sealed mist that cannot be cracked the foolish creature wanting the ability to love when my loving swan has already been locked up in a tomb I stumble through a mist Unable to see what is around me The mind's eye unfocused and unseeing I sense a light, and I wish to reach it Yet the light is high upon a mountain's peak to my right Millions of miles away with my way blocked by a barrier of my own making a barrier I cannot budge To my left a darkness pulses poison oozing My feet readily moving I will be there in a few steps A bird of prey bars my way To my right where the swans are, There is an unreachable paradise To my left where the ravens are, An easily reached hell with just one obstacle Both obstacles are born of my soul I stand still at the crossroad My seesaw of Good and Evil, Right and Wrong Constantly tipping Left and Right I have frozen all emotions My personal time suspended Waiting for someone I do not know The reign of the ravens has begun The ravens may hold dominance But full control they do not, and will not have As long as the sparrowhawk lives