Raven's Song

Feathers drift and swirl through the night

As pearl and obsidian meet

One a brilliant translucent white

Viewed as the symbol of love and right

The other a magnificent reflective black

Yet others only turn their back

Hated for its twisted beak and ugly song, the reasons they claim the Raven does not belong   

But while the Dove is allowed to sing its sweet melody that drifts on the breeze

The Raven broken and bloody can only wheeze

Unchained the Dove soars on the wings of freedom

Abandoned and alone the Raven is left to beg for you to feed him

It’s persistent caw is not meant to be spiteful

For it is filled with resilience and hope that is truly delightful

Listen closely and you will hear

That of the Raven you need not fear

It only wishes to fly just as high as the Dove

Surrounded by peace and love

In the end the Raven’s Song

Is only a insistent vocal wish to belong