I saw his eyes.

Lavender and gray,

They were my escape.

A hollow void,

Filled with the screams of the dying,

And his own death.

I saw his eyes,

Lavender and gray,

And I asked him,

What do you see?

I see time,

For it is the cruelest force.

It is death and rebirth,

Salvation and destruction.

I see death,

A hollow shell,

With an unending silence.

I saw his eyes,

Lavender and gray,

And I asked him,

What is pain?

Pain is an escape.

When you feel nothing else,

You bleed to know you're still alive.

I saw his eyes,

Lavender and gray,

And I asked him,

What is loneliness?

Loneliness is a barren world,

A world of your own making,

Where you become trapped forever.

I saw his eyes,

Lavender and gray,

And I asked him,

What is your name?

He answered me sadly,

With a wry and bitter smile,

I am a flightless angel,

A bird without his wings.

I am the scream in the night,

The silent weeping of one who is alone.

I am those whose friends are leaving,

I am the dying wolf,

Who gives in to nothing until his fire wanes.

I am the shadow on the ground,

I am the tear who cannot be cried.

I am Raven.