Another update! This is a piece I'm actually hating now that it's done...I was trying to communicate about Raven's emotions for a change but instead it went back to the whole good and evil battle theme. (sigh) I have a feeling I'm going to be flamed for this. I apologize for my unusual fomatting for my style with the poem, but it was the only way it would actually keep the stanzas instead of mushing it all together. And, as always, the reviews!
a dragons wings:D I still can't see why you said that after the crappy piece I put up for the last chapter, but thanks. I'll try to write more, I know I have update problems. :)
Queen-of-Azarath: I can understand, I have those days where I'm reading and don't feel like logging in either. Don't we all? Machete? Hm...has potential but I prefer katanas ordark magic.:D Yeah, he sounds worthy of a public burning. I don't think you'll relate to this one, the topic is kinda...vague...to me at least.
I can't say I don't agree with you. I thought that people would prefer more diversity...but apparently I was wrong. And I also can't say I'm sorry...Raven's too fun to write about! You have your update; a Raven poem as requested!
Dark Kitsune of Ra: I whole-heartedly agree. 4 stanzas? I can never write that short...this one's only six but I had one poem with about twenty. (grin) Yeah, I have way too much spare time. I hope you like this one!
Void
Heartscape like a barren plain
Where blood is shed and souls are slain
Cold ebony folds of empty night
Stream across the horizon, extinguish the light
Empty inside, the battle has waged
Saints avenged, demons raged
The battle is over, for both have lost; at last
Leaving nought but the void of the outcast
The raven, the darkling, the half-breed curse
In what undeserved life dare she immerse?
Staring out through deadened violet eyes
Oblivious to the hate, the hunt, the lies
The world turns, her world stands still
Hunters of the night devour their fill
Turning what was once vibrant to a colorless clear
Soul long ravaged, the shell still here
Wake up this child of void and night
Salvage the remains of her from the battle, the fight
That will never end, so lonesome inside
As polar worlds clash and collide
Angels fall first but she is still here
For the emptness within has devoured all held dear
A battle may be used to slay and avenge
In the name of the Light, the human side
Yet what of the battlefield when the battle ends?
Will I ever write something that isn't morbid, or based on the battle between good and evil? Will I ever write something without the word night in it? Will Raven and Cyborg ever get together?
Nah. Never.