The Robin's eyes fell upon the room,
paper and décor shifted.
A goddess of encloaked demons,
floating above a contraption evil.
Only destiny could save her now,
yet prophecy declared,
with no mercy given,
A fate with which has driven
this mysterious darkness's mind mad beyond living light.
No pity or despair was emitted from either equal but so different, A bond was what they shared..
only this and nothing more.
Staring so intensely, fists and eyes clenching,
at a tapping, clicking contraption labeled 8 o'clock.
Releasing his holden breath the Robin sung a low note,
"Raven?" the question echoed against the walls.
From a flapping levitation,
the Raven cocked its head in recognation.
A bitter axe having cut its throat,
silence descended upon all hope.
The heat transpired from each rigid body steamed the room in a shroud of energizing darkness.
The Raven turned its eyes,
liquefying and bloody upon the other being.
The look, so detrimental squashed the Robin's plea,
help me save her from such twisted destiny.
The shroud blackened and burnt as two ashen added flames replaced her eyebrows,
and thus the normalcy of her face.
From some interdimensional force,
words were scourged,
quite coarse,
from a black hole of mouth and power.
"The hour draws near, when all of Earth will coware.
My dear volcanic onyx, contingent upon your obedience, I will let your friends continue their bleak existence. It's your only present after all."
Once releasing its enthralled victim, lighting illuminated an expression so fearful, the ground cracked from pressure and tears.
The Robin threw its left wing over caved in shoulders,
bypassing normal constrictions,
only wishing, for an escape to the present predicament.
"One things for certain" quoted Raven "I won't win this fight."
What do ya mean I'm parodying one of the greatest poems of all time that just so happens to be called The Raven? Well, welcome to my first ever fanfiction! This story involves the Teen Titans from the original show (not the awful new one, Oh god.) If you somehow didn't notice It rhymes. Well sorta. XD The rhymes will be cut back as I know more chapters are coming. The first two chapters and some of the third has taken me all Saturday so far (this day went fast) and I enjoyed every minute. Any 'typos' aren't typos I meant it to be read this way. Personally I'm surprised it turned out so well, knowing the beginning was a stroke of inspiration before I went to sleep. Please tell me what you think so far! TwistedTwizzler Out.