Raven finally emerged from the swinging hospital doors. It was raining
hard on the city of Gotham city. The grayish black rain clouds covered the
entire city like a blanket. Each raindrop hit the ground with a soft plink!
and into a wet little puddle. The disturbing lightning bolts appeared
throughout the entire sky.
Raven drew up her hood and strolled into the wet parking lot.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot
Erase.
She didn't care about the little wet spots that the raindrops left on her cloak. In fact the only thing she really cared about was Beast boy. The way he always laughed even in the worst of times was always a mystery to her. But a mystery is a mystery and sometimes they can be solved. That was the problem of any mystery, only sometimes they can solved.
She passed the parking lot and walked across the street. When she reached the other end of the street she heard a most familiar tune of a flute that reminded her of a poem she once wrote. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her pencil raced across a piece of notebook paper as she continued to finish her poem. "If only, If only," she said and finally placed her pencil on the coffee table in front of her. She read the poem aloud.
If only, If only The woodpecker sighs The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies While the wolf waits Hungry and lonely He calls to the moon If only, If only
"That's a nice poem."
Raven turned around sharply as BB strolled towards her. He had a huge grin on his face. "What do you want?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how beautiful that poem is."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. So, where did you get the inspiration to write that poem?"
"The Call Of The Wild by Jack London."
"What's it about?" he asked, scratching his head. Raven paused for a moment. "It's about a dog who gets sent to the Alaskan wilderness to join a team of sled dogs in the year when the Klondike Gold Rush started," she replied, "Why do you want to know what it's about?"
"I don't know. I guess the title sounded interesting," he replied and after that, he strolled into the kitchen for some tofu.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
" If only, If only The woodpecker sighs The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies Where the wolf waits Hungry and lonely He cries to the moon If only, If only."
She repeated the once forgotten poem she wrote. She guessed that thinking of Beast Boy was what brought that forgotten poem of hers back from the dead. She treasured that pleasant moment that only lasted two minutes. She had a feeling that Beast boy never forgot it. Sometimes when she passed him, she would hear him recite it to himself. 'It must've been his favorite poem,' she thought as a smirk crept upon her face.
Raven drew up her hood and strolled into the wet parking lot.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot
Erase.
She didn't care about the little wet spots that the raindrops left on her cloak. In fact the only thing she really cared about was Beast boy. The way he always laughed even in the worst of times was always a mystery to her. But a mystery is a mystery and sometimes they can be solved. That was the problem of any mystery, only sometimes they can solved.
She passed the parking lot and walked across the street. When she reached the other end of the street she heard a most familiar tune of a flute that reminded her of a poem she once wrote. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her pencil raced across a piece of notebook paper as she continued to finish her poem. "If only, If only," she said and finally placed her pencil on the coffee table in front of her. She read the poem aloud.
If only, If only The woodpecker sighs The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies While the wolf waits Hungry and lonely He calls to the moon If only, If only
"That's a nice poem."
Raven turned around sharply as BB strolled towards her. He had a huge grin on his face. "What do you want?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how beautiful that poem is."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. So, where did you get the inspiration to write that poem?"
"The Call Of The Wild by Jack London."
"What's it about?" he asked, scratching his head. Raven paused for a moment. "It's about a dog who gets sent to the Alaskan wilderness to join a team of sled dogs in the year when the Klondike Gold Rush started," she replied, "Why do you want to know what it's about?"
"I don't know. I guess the title sounded interesting," he replied and after that, he strolled into the kitchen for some tofu.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
" If only, If only The woodpecker sighs The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies Where the wolf waits Hungry and lonely He cries to the moon If only, If only."
She repeated the once forgotten poem she wrote. She guessed that thinking of Beast Boy was what brought that forgotten poem of hers back from the dead. She treasured that pleasant moment that only lasted two minutes. She had a feeling that Beast boy never forgot it. Sometimes when she passed him, she would hear him recite it to himself. 'It must've been his favorite poem,' she thought as a smirk crept upon her face.
