Poem – The Raven and The Crow

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Once through winter’s bitter chill when all the world was right,

Dearly did the Raven love, while Crow did love his flight.

O’er head the winds did howl and turned Raven to Crow,

And through that winter’s cold dark night, the Raven saw the Crow.


In that breath the Raven knew all there was to know,

As winter’s wind blew black and bleak, their hearts were bound as one.

“So like me. You are I. Come and fly with me.

If ever two were meant to love, ‘twould be you and I.”


Within that breath the other saw all there was to see,

Beating strong within their eyes, two loves meant to be.

Raven whispered all these words. She could not look away,

For tethered to the others’ heart, they were bound to stay.


Within their eyes they saw the skies together they could conquer.

There each day they’d spend their days devouring the other.

Within their hearts beneath their breast they did clearly see,

All the love that they could have, their hearts, their lives, deflowered.


And in that moment between them two, the Raven and the Crow,

Exchanged unspoken words of love that bound them to forever.

“If ever I was meant to love, my heart would beat for you,”

Need not the Raven say to Crow beneath the winter’s howl.


“Know that under every word, there only is, ‘I love you.’

The in and out of every breath, to you I say, ‘Amour.’

Within the first of spring rains, and ‘neath the summer sun,

There would I forever more love you and adore.”


All these things and so much more, the Raven saw from Crow.

“Within your eyes, so like mine, for you, my love, I’d soar.”

It was then the Crow stretched out his wings and did take flight.

Within his eyes, he did implore, “Follow me and fly.”


In likeness, Raven threw wide her breast and stretched her withered wings

But gnarled and maimed were Raven’s wings, battered by life’s storms.

Scars and blood made up her bones, too broke—too weak to fly.

From the ground, too scarred to cry, Raven watched her Crow.


The wind blew cold while Crow flew far imploring, “Raven, soar!”

But while the bitter winds ripped o’er, she could not leave the moor.

Crows forever they must fly, and Ravens they must soar

But Raven bleeding, broken, maimed, could join her love no more.


Despite their unspoken dreams that tethered him to she,

Raven watched Crow fly away. His words alone did bide.

“So like me, you are I. Come and fly with me.

If ever two were meant to love, ‘twould be you and I.”




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