• watchingthedark 9w


    For it is a raven not a lamb in the eye of the storm,
    Who will take you under his wing.
    With bound hands and fire burning in deeper reflection,
    Wariness is willing with no fight.

    Tales of the spells cast by flight such as this,
    Warn of terror and horror in tow.
    But is there not something beautiful in the way of the words
    To be held in the arms of a crow