Hi, people! Sorry it's been a little while. I've been really busy with homework and this sucky school project that everyone failed, but whatever. I'm sure we'll survive till summer vacation, somehow. So close...yet so far away. Sigh.

Anyways...

This is a little something that I wrote about a demon who's acctually good and want's to go to heaven, but can't. While I was writing it, I thought "Geez. This sounds like Raven." And then it dawned on my that I was writing from Raven's perspective without even thinking too much about it. Creepy. Raven is infilitrating my brain!!! Only, like, secretly. Well, whatever. Sorry for rambling, I do that a lot. Back to business.

This is a Raven POV poem about the prophecy and her life. I don't even know what half of this means, I wrote it at , like two in the morning, so interperate it however you want. Hope you like it!!!

Oh, and yeah, I don't own the Titans. But if it wasn't origanally written for them, doesn't that mean I get a freebe or something...Sigh. I wish.

Heart Song of the Chained

A demon flew with angel's wings

To soar above the clouds and sky

Where dark is bright and star shine sings

The depth of space, the heart of time

The demon flew with wings of white

Until her wings could beat no more

And there she wept from want of light

'Tween day and night, her heart was torn

She longed to break the bonds of fire

And soar to all that she could be

But chained was all but her desire

What's bound to hell is never free

And so she'd stolen wings of light

And ran from hell, up past the sky

She hid herself in darkest night

But knew her freedom was a lie

For still she felt her heart was bound

In scorching ropes of fire and hate

And pain was all that could be found

For her to love, it was too late

Just then she felt, upon her heart

A wrenching, pulling, grating call

It beckoned her as whole to part

To fly back down to hell's dark hall

Back to the place she'd sworn to leave

And ne'r return, on pain of death

And yet, she was, and so she grieved

She wasn't done with freedom yet

So, using sorrow as a knife

She broke her heart, and freed from chains

She fled again past mortal life

An angel now, a new life gained.

Look, I know you hate it, but at least flame me for having the gall to post this. I mean, God, even I have standards!