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The Raven’s comeback

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The year was passing by

and she still stares outside the window each night

when each day ends she would ask herself:

“For what would I the next morning fight?”

 

And as she stood this evening on the street

with all her lust gone away

she looked the sky, the stars, the street lights

she searched in her heart will to pray.

 

She came home along the road alone

and searched in her room for some stroke of faith,

as she found nothing she looked outside the window scared

it was the Raven only, but for her Hope he held the keys of the gate.

 

The Raven only stared into her glowing

although hopeless, the Raven knew on the inside she is burning,

she wiped her tears and said: “I shouldn’t throw you away,

a man, I should have known, has his whole life for learning.”

 

The Raven stood on her shoulder

as in the darkness she started writing,

it seemed the bird was her only friend

while she was writing reasons for her next fighting.

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The Raven undone

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As a poet once upon a time was speaking

For a Raven in the night young woman now went seeking.

“I am sorry Master, for me stealing your words”, she said

“I am only locked up in verses, I see only Ravens, I am almost dead”.

A Raven seemed to have always been here

Just as she had already smelled, just as nothing else was clear.

And as the midnight moment was approaching

An inside force her broken heart started coaching.

Raven never came that night, but she did not consider it weird

Raven never came again, since she already no more feared.

A view in the night sky was only enough to hear

Dead moonlight and a shadow were only enough for her ear.

She knew a Raven for a poet is only fiction

She said “I would rather stick to my own addiction”.

A Raven knows to say only Nevermore

She said I can’t stay by this window, I need to go out through the door.

She hated the Raven never, and she will not

But a Raven was in her story a necessary plot.

The Raven of hers was in another form already

The Raven of hers was her prison each day, each moment steady.

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