• Raven by Ren
    A raven flew high.
    High in the sky.
    obsidian raged on its wings
    Soaring dance it was a fling.
    I remember seeing it fly.
    With grace and poise but it hath cry.
    However being one who scavenged for scraps.
    Will Never know that love is never "Crap"
    It will soar as high as it can then sink bellow
    For its beak and claws were ugly still.
    To me strong wings in Atmosphere beyond the hill
    Gives me strength and all power of will