The Crow was a beauty in his own way,
A diamond in the rough.
But in his eyes, there was no jewel,
Only the rugged mess of himself.
In the Wizard's eyes, however, he was a gift long awaited.
A loyal friend, an ally, a person he could lean on.
And so he found this beauty,
This soul so much like himself,
And he cast a spell upon the Crow,
One that he welcomed freely.
The Wizard was kind, gentle, understanding.
His presence was a gift, a dream, a haven.
And within this dream, the Crow only fell deeper
Into this state of safety and love,
And he never wanted to awaken.
As secrets were told, stories were shared,
A connection was formed, one of undying trust.
The Crow was loyal, though troubled and careless.
The Wizard was trustworthy, though careful and quiet.
An unlikely duo, one would see them as.
They were so different, yet so alike.
It would only be a matter of time
Before it would eventually fall apart.
The dream only got stronger.
Words became whispers,
Trust became love,
Fire burned passion,
And the Crow was in ecstasy,
The dream was too good, too perfect,
And he never questioned the Wizard's abilities,
For he never wanted to leave this sleep.
The spell was the best thing that had ever happened to him,
And he'd die before he abandoned it.
But then the sleep was interrupted.
The dream took a turn, and the Wizard grew troubled.
Threats began to arise,
It was too dangerous.
He had to get him to safety,
He had to protect him.
But the Wizard had other plans.
He told him to flee from the fray,
To protect those of lesser value.
The Crow's dream became a nightmare
When he never saw the Wizard's eyes again.
He traveled alone, remembering his other half,
And he mourned in silence as he drowned in sorrow.
He tried to live up to him, but what could he do?
He no longer had a place, a purpose,
It was hopeless without him.
A small voice called out to the Crow,
Tuning him out of his depression.
A farm boy approached him,
And his eyes were far too familiar.
The dream was alive again,
And the Crow stood and smiled.
He wasn't the same, but he knew
That the Wizard was with him again.
A confused child stood in his place,
Seeking answers and explanations.
Now it was the Crow's turn to cast the spell,
And for a moment, things were as they were.
But nothing could last forever,
Not even this seemingly unbreakable bond.
And because of the words unspoken,
The Crow's dream began to crumble.
The Wizard's words, his promises,
His love, his passion,
His purpose, his plans,
They were all for naught.
His efforts could not change the course of fate,
And his truths suddenly became lies.
The Crow only felt betrayal,
And the dream began to fade.
Through lies and through pain,
The beauty awoke from his sleep.
The dream was gone now,
And the pain of reality set in.
There was no point in the Crow's efforts,
His feelings, his love.
Had he even mattered to the Wizard?
The man who gave him a new life?
Did his feelings mean nothing?
Was he that much of a fool?
The farm boy cried out, begging to return to the dream,
But the Crow bitterly scoffed, for the dream was long dead.
Memories flooded his brain,
Ones of love and trust,
His name on his lips had sounded so right,
But it was all only a dream.
The reality was his pain, his neglect, his remorse,
And so he drowned again, despite the echoes
Of pleas to stop, to reconsider, to not give up hope.
He searched for a dream that no longer existed,
For a man who had abandoned him,
For the love that would never find him.
Beauty was awake now, free from his dream,
But the spell still lingered,
And he longed to go back to sleep.