The Raven

Her mind stood out against the carcasses
Though she was surrounded by death
Life was of her creation
And of her fascination
She brought life to anyone she met

Her black coat glittered like stars
And though her black coat was haunting 
It was beauty of her grace
That became her face
A love from her heart that was daunting

Perhaps society thinks of her badly
A reject, unwanted, a nuisance, an outcast
That never stopped her
Their thoughts never blocked her
She took flight and left behind her past

In the night, someone calls, she answers
Her shrills, her voice, was ignored
But she spoke anyway
Her words graced the day
Even through silence she was never unheard

Though she was never a loner
She was somehow, always alone
A friendly laughter
A beautiful banter
Her radiance, through the darkness, shone

A coat made of onyx stones and obsidian
Her coat as black as the darkest night
Her feathers strong
Her heart will go on
Through the darkness, she will be light

Her curious heart, her passion grew
No longer silenced, a voice now found
Of the words she spoke
Were the words she wrote
The felt of paper became her solid ground

Trapped inside her was her calling
Blood and ink she penned her thoughts
Her curious mind
When given time
Spilled out the words that filled her heart

Perhaps black is who she’ll always be
She’ll never change her name
From black un-wavered
What she favored
The passion of pink she became