My attempt (Note, ATTEMPT) at symbols and imagery. I'm bad at. Much apologies. |
The wingbeats loft me through the sky As I fly through an oft broken land Believing in more than the nothing I see Chasing a thin goss'mer strand Stooping to perch on a fire-blasted limb Feather's as black as the night Resting a body to weary to flee Yet lacking the spirit to fight A stormcrow battered by hurricane winds By hail and sleet beaten down A messenger wounded, but still standing strong Wearing his pride like a crown A flash of white moves against backlit skies I hurl myself to the chase Dodging through lightning, the rain coming down Slashing like knives while we race My will is the stronger, my cause I think right The race I was not born to lose The trial is faced, the reward still to claim 'Tis only now what you may choose One perfect instant in the bleak barren land Darkness and brilliance are one Shadow and light can course through the skies Clouds break 'fore the might of the sun Then the one falls, and she plummets to earth Lost to the sight of the first A soul once regained, now splintered once more Leaving nothing but hunger and thirst Did Fate strike her down, flitting to earth Did gravity make itself known? Or did the dove dive, a new path to seek One she must find on her own. This foolish old crow, flies once more alone Left with mistakes I must claim The choices I made were writ' long before And I've only myself left to blame. The meek may prosper, but the prideful shall fail E'en more when they seek to find love A foolish choice made, now the consequence yield A Raven gone courting a Dove. |