Dark eye facing the sunset’s crimson sharpness,
A raven sailing over a white hill.
Their eyes met in a sudden darkness,
It spoke of kinship with an iron will.
Of a sizzling mark that never faded,
That still burned like hot ember.
Of a shadowed past not yet evaded.
Of a life still to be lived with splendor
He grinned and black wings sprouted.
As the dark took over,
The moon he mounted,
He needed to get closer.
He wanted life to fill his lungs till he choked,
To invade his blood and make the sky his haven.
In black feather his mutilated body was cloaked,
In the darkness he screamed his name was, Raven!