The Real Me: Why (Final Part In the "evernightly" Series)

surrounded by wood with the rising sun poking through holes, a cold chill wraps around me like a chilling quilt, i see around myself, the crimson roses begin to wilt, i search for my prince, he has not returned, i search...and search..... i waited two years to fall in love, what does what i am doing mean? my searching...... i was always told i resemble a raven.....not a dove...... raven's flap their wings and spread dark all over, yeah....that's me..i was told..... Raven's don't fall in love....we take it.... is that what i am? a raven? not light, but an all consuming dark...... am i evil? such a thought will never be taken lightly, why, oh why, was i ever named.... Ever-nightly?