He is the harbinger of tattered dreams... A Dark Dreamscapes Entry |
The White Raven Lost in the mists of ages past a story’s told of tattered dreams, of those embracing love steadfast, refusing to let go, it seems. There comes a time when it is clear that feelings, once bright, now have died; when promises of those held dear are hollow echoes that deride. The legend says the raven’s cry warns of the heartbreak love will bring, a darkness black as the night sky, a place where only pain is king. A raven, white as winter snows, devours hearts of those now lost. There’s no escape from its dark throes, relentless once the threshold’s crossed. It whispers promises unkept to torture those whose sight is blind; it speaks a truth they can’t accept while fantasies play in their mind. It sings a song of pain’s relief if only they will heed its call until, at last, in false belief they choose a path that ends it all. In fading laughter, truth is found as lungs give up their final breath. The raven’s voice is just the sound of hope’s demise that we call death. An entry for Round 28, "Invalid Item" Prompt: Image (see above) Form: Quatrain Line Limit: 60 Line Count: 28 |