A raven of the night, with tatered wings and a cold heart,
Reached out a blood sained claws, to a dove white and pure,
The dove did not see the blood, only the raven's kindness,
Dove and raven took to the sky, Raven showed Dove his world,
The black of night, and Dove showed Raven hers,
The white of day, but Raven whent to far, and Dove flew away,
A raven of the night, with tattered wings and cold heart, fell short of love