Raven

Raven Raven, you pretty little beast,
Causing shadows, in a starry black night
On the darkest of hearts, you do feast,
With tales of great power and might.

Spreading your wings,
With the moon so bright
Out into the night, you swing,
With a swish, as you take flight.

Black Feathers, Black wings,
Spreading jitters, with that beak
Of a lonely death, do you sing
Magnificent beast, sans fear you speak.

Tartarean, in your features,
Queen of the tenebrous nights
Eyes of the beautiful feline creatures,
Brutes of terrible power in this dark light.

Raven Raven, you great mythological mystery,
Crawling slowly in the shade
Trembling away, you fact of history,
May your glorious presence, never fade.

Her grace

She walks all strong, like an empress
Full of bliss, power and might
All alone yet powerful, nonetheless.
She walks ahead in pure light.

She wore moonlight like a dress,
Sunlight smeared on her face like highlights
The stars were blessed to her, Address,
Her existence in itself, the cause of a million fights.

She speaks with authority, like that of a king,
With pride, honor and righteousness
With the voice of a nightingale, does she sing,
Of everything that in the world is wrong and amiss.

She holds the swords of beauty in her eyes,
Her own self, oh, pure perfection
Of her beauty, speak all the enchanted men, wise,
Her grace never required any correction!

Voice

Granting voice to my cravings, Finally,
I now, stand here on the cliff's edge
Stepping into the light, Slowly,
I look down at the far away, Hedge.

Humming the same old rhythmic tragedy,
I now, lose my calmness
Thinking about this pure insanity,
I gaze into this sinfully, pure finesse.

Closing my eyes for a brief moment,
I now stand here to seek, just clarity
A minute in time, to vent,
I just hope to find desperately, a remedy.

Failing at the game of life, i marched ahead,
Gasping for peace, i finally fell
Life's reel playing aloud in my head,
Alas! Crashes now, this human shell.

A part of me

There's a part of me,
That still looks up at stars for wishes
There's a part of me,
That still hates to wash those dishes.

There's a part of me,
That still looks for rainbows in the mist,
There's a part of me,
That still carries around a huge bucket list.

There's a part of me,
That's still mad about unicorns,
There's a part of me,
That doesn't worry about those bitter thorns.

There's a part of me,
Still naive enough to again, try,
There's a part of me,
That hates to cry.

There's a part of me,
That still looks up at the sun with a hope
There's a part of me,
That never worries or mopes.

There's a part of me,
That is still fond of that white dove,
There's a part of me, oh dear,
That still believes in the good ol' fairy-tale called love.

Materialistic fall.

She was full of wants,
Lists of needs and buckets of desire
Limitedness of life her, haunt,
Forests of her heart, always on fire.

She, who kept here, running,
Stopped not, to witness the gentleness of rain
Her mind though might seem cunning,
Her soul alas, missing joy's very grain.

She just wanted things,
Screamed around she did, for a mere penny
Her existence lacked it's vibrant wings,
Her soul cried and craved for an epiphany.

Robotic, seemed her nature,
Her heart seemed to have plugs and wires
Programmed to run around for useless stature,
Happiness in her life, was extremely dire.

'She' is a little bit of you,
A little of me and of us all,
Failing to live life through,
Carelessly racing after the materialistic fall.

Deep

I cut myself too deep,
For the thorns of your withering heart
With red tears, do my wounds weep
Dripping open, part by part.

I bare myself open,
For the sake of your malicious smile
With all my pieces, broken,
Repairing though, might take a while.

I crack open my heart, wide,
For the love of your bewitching eyes
With the fear of a darkness, pied,
Never thinking, if it really was wise?

I gave my ascendancy away,
For the plight of your raised brow
With my existence did i let you, play,
Never expecting this extreme throw.

I slashed my hand open,
For the grief of your deceiving heart
With all my pain flowing, unspoken,
Merely because of your dreary dart.

You might never see

I choose to love you in silence,
For silence doesn't face rejection
I choose to adhere to your rules, hence,
For rules don't call for affection.

I choose to fall for you further,
In each and every way
I choose to look at no other,
Through, each and every day.

I choose to break my heart,
For building yours simply matters more
I choose to smile even when we part,
For your smile, i simply adore.

I choose to sink deeper into your mess,
Simply for a place in your wicked schemes
I choose to my love, confess,
Alas, it just happens in my dreams.

I choose to be yours,
Even thought mine, you might never be
I choose to fight all your wars,
Even though my efforts, you might never see.