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Crow can watch Raven
Hidden by the night
Dark feathers allow her
To see and be unseen
Raven is like Crow.
He is dark, morbid, unsettling.
He flies high above the other birds,
But unlike Crow
He belongs there.

Raven is not like Crow.
He is beautiful and mysterious
Wise and clever
But he is so separate from the others
He's not part of this world
We do not affect him,
Thinks Crow, shrouded by blackness
Raven is only visiting this place
Observing and watching
He doesn't participate
Because he doesn't belong here
Raven belongs in the sky
Crow wants the sky
She wants to follow Raven

But Crow knows that she doesn't deserve the sky
Like he does.
Crow watches him
From the safety of her nest of blindness.
She can feel whenever
He stretches his glossy black wings
Preparing to fly off into the night sky
Leaving a constant stream of words
That embodies his presence.

Crow grasps at his words
Like a dying chick grasps at life.

Raven is Crow's life.
He gives her words
He gives her blood
He lets her live by
Sharing with her his
Strange, special existence.



Crow wants to see Raven fly again.
His flying is so bizarre
So delightfully strange
His wings beat rhythmically
Flapping frantically in frustration
When the right word evades him
Momentarily.
His flight is Crow's only food
Only nourishment
The promise of which
Keeps her alive and expectant.



Raven sacrifices his life
To Crow
With his words
His flight
He saves her
But with life comes pain
And the blood that Crow
Had never seen before
Comes horridly visible
Gushing crimson out of wounds
She didn't even know she had.

But the pain is worth the strange, wild joy
That comes with Raven's words.
If only she had access
To the beautiful mind
That creates those words.
Crow only gets snippets
Little scraps of Raven's light
Raven's light
Raven's light is dark and cool and full
Of his presence
Crow wants all of it
These little bits cannot last forever
Nothing will, Crow.
But Crow can't see,
She is blindfolded by Raven's silky jet wings.

Sometimes Crow like to think
That Raven might fly for her,
But, of course, that could never happen
Because Raven is so separate
And will fly back to the dark sky one night,
Where Crow can't follow.

Crow fell in love with Raven.
Love is blindness,
And she doesn't want to see.



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U2_Fanatic said...
Feb. 5, 2012 at 2:33 pm:
Thank you guys so much! I wrote this with a fever of 101.1 and it just kept rambling and rambling until finally I wrenched myself away from the computer and deliriously submitted it...
 
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SwanLakeGirl11235 said...
Feb. 5, 2012 at 8:22 am:
That was amazing! Loved how it was a story, then led to one main idea- great metaphor to life!
 
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Sarakins said...
Feb. 4, 2012 at 9:45 pm:
Wow....Ju-Just wow.....That was beautiful, U2.
 
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