Raven Blacker than the shades of midnight Softer than the silk woven by many hours The glint of hatred The voice of despair Invisible to the pure Overwhelming to the evil Disregarded by the Dove And abandoned by the happy, the peaceful, and the kind Wayward Raven, spreading your wings of pitch You hopelessly seek a soul A home A way to be invisible to the evil A way to be overwhelming to the pure And a way to be loved by the Dove
Submitted: August 20, 2012
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