The Raven

Midnight pools about her form
Illuminating her with its soft glow
Reflecting its golden light
Through her curled ebony locks
Casting its mystic shadow across her still form

A breeze blows its gentle way
Through the open window
And rustles the bedclothes spread around her
Making her shiver against the chill air

Across the moon, a shadow is cast
Darkened by skeletal wings
And the midnight bird of the Shadows
Alights at the open window

He perches himself upon the sill
And cries a mournful caw
For the love he has abandoned
To her own cries of sorrow

His dark feathers shine
In the midnight sun
The black beads of his eyes
Reflect the glow of the moon

But his heart he believes
Has vanished with his soul
He’s lost himself to the darkness
Until his light returns once more
Until his light returns once more

He sits there, watching her sleep
The deep, even motion of her breast
Rising and falling with each breath
As lines appear upon her forehead
As though she was suffering in a nightmare

He watched the tears course down her cheeks
Heard her silent whispers as she called to him
"I love you," she said in her dream
"Will you never return to me?"

If only I could still shed tears, he thought
I would cry you a river of my sorrows
All for you
And all for the loss of each other

"And I, you."
Came the murmered croak of the raven
Before spreading his wings and flying away