My Raven
The Raven was a sullen bird,
yet it taught me to laugh and cry.
The Raven was a bird of pure heart,
so why did she have to die?
I called her wonderful, with a graceful life.
And I tried to show her what I meant in love.
Devil's daughter that was tained with evil blood,
yet with the heart of an angel above.
So why would she be forced to leave me?
Why would she go when she was needed here?
Now there's no one to take me and understand me.
I'm hidden in all of my horrible fears.
And so I slowly begin to let myself sink away.
Wishing I could see the Raven angel one more time.
Because she took me by the hand and we helped each other up;
And I miss the soul, the Raven that I called mine.
Raventhedarkgoddess: Short. R+R, please.