Become the Raven

March 25, 2010
The pressure builds until you're past the point of no control.
Far beyond its reach you scream begging for release.
Denied the sweet relief of silence, you begin to feel the awkward sound.
Like the creeping cold air of an eerie winter's night, it stalks you throughout your midnight stroll.
Hear the purr of the raven, for he has become your only eyes.
See the sheer torrential winds toss his feathers around.
As if he has created an entirely new soul, he caws, speaking of his new life.
Stand tall with your talons gripping tight, fly strong and feel the chill air.
Open your darkened eyes, for you have become the raven.

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