The Sorrows of a Raven
I was not always a symbol of death and pain. There was a time that I was a sign of happiness and purity.
I was not always a soulless pit of darkness. There was a time that I had a warm feeling of love coursing through my veins.
Her name was life and I tranquility lead her to each steeping stone of her journey. She didn't truly love me though.
You see, sin came along with his handsome looks and swept her off her feet.
That is when things began to change. I became depressed and obsessed with my dear life and every time I encountered the pain of lost love, I cawed my song of sorrow.
And day after day I would perch on a tree branch and pray,
"God if you could only give me my life back, I would be the happiest bird in the kingdom.Unchain me dear lord.I have become a prisoner within myself and I want to be free."
As a reply, waves crashed down upon the water and the sky became gray. I dove for the sea and no longer I be.
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