A/N: long time no write huh? Well there's a reason, 1 I'm busy 2 Ivan, and 3 I'm lazy. I wrote this in literature class, I wrote it after I wrote a poem about a storm (how Ironic Ivan's like the storm in my poem) it's also kinda a story.
1
The Raven sits alone.
He calls out his mournful cry.
His flock is dead, they died in his claws.
He calls out his mournful cry.
2
He found a new flock.
But those birds hated him.
They indulged themselves in power and riches.
They abused him...
He abused himself...
He calls out his mournful cry.
3
He fought to be the best.
To beat the brother-leaders of the flock.
But they continued to knock him down.
He never won once.
He calls out his mournful cry.
4
He lost all he cared for, or so he told himself.
He disided if he couldn't have it(or them),
He wanted to be the one to destroy them.
He calls out his mournful cry.
5
He did as he promised.
Leaveing only tears in destruction.
Until one day he spotted a Silver Kitsune.
A daimond in the rough.
He wanted to destroy the fox so no one else could have him.
Yet, they fox was tricky.
The Kitsune turned the tides and killed the raven.
He calls out his final cry.
6
Now the raven sits on his tombstone,
Waiting.
For what you may ask?
The Kitsune?
A new flock?
He waits for a new direction in death.
