Raven

He sang , black wings with a hint of a simmer of blue . He sang the lonely song of death . I followed him one day out into the endless emerald green fields . He sat there , parched on a branch that hung low. He spoke to me of a forgotten past . He poured out his soul to me. Him , a lonely ripper , that longed for love and a family . I promised him , that love will come to him . But our story was left incomplete , as the day after the ripper himself disappeared . A single sentence was engraved into a stone by our meeting point. A vow written by a lover's heart , but was thought by the soul . "I will come for you , love .When the time is right . When the flowers spread the intoxicanted fragrance , I will come and claim what destiny has made mine." But after years of waiting , my Raven never came to finish what destiny had chose .

~A.