A Raven once flew too far away from home
It ended up in a barren iced wasteland, all alone
Miles and miles of white devoured the black of the little being
It saw nothing for years on that icy scene
Heard no voice nor felt the beat of another heart
No one to confide to, no one to help heal its scars
The ache of the thirst.
Fading memories of smiles laughter and mirth .
Starved of love and food
and affection and hope that never renewed
For days it prayed for its breath to stop, its blood to choke in its veins
Anything to stop the blinding tears and the endless pure honest pain
Alas, silence was all that answered its screams
it screamed and screamed
and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed
The White haunted even its dreams
But it is all untrue.
It is all an illusion.
The battle had left her blind and deaf.