Little Raven Black,
how can I love thee? How can I not force myself to hate?
You vile, unwanted dark beast of the air,
I can see behind the dark greased feathers that people loathe so.
I can see the intelligence and grace in your brown shining eyes.
I can see your companions convince you to hurt the innocents,
become the conceited animal you aren't
I wish you were mine, Little Raven Black,
as people yell and mumble curses at you,
as you spread your wings and take to the skys,
I sigh with longing for you,
trying fruitlessly to accept that it will never be.
Despite your shadowed evil,
I saw the best of you,
I thought.
Obviously I thought wrong, Little Raven Black,
maybe you are what you seem.
Between the smoke and grime,
maybe you are the evil others thought of you.
Even though this maybe true,
I can't convince myself, Little Raven Black.
I'll never let go of you, if I can possibly catch up.
But slowly I'll forget.
Slowly,
I'll quit dreaming.
Slowly the pain will ease.
Slowly,
I'll be free again
Slowly,
ever so slowly,
I'll be free again.
Free, just like you, Little Raven Black.
