The Wolf and The Raven
Not too close, not too far apartnot too often is it you leave safe haven
this, you call safe distance, allows for
no happy medium between the wolf and the raven.
Total chaos have you created in my heartyou echo through the prisms of my mind
across a crowded room, I'll fly away
unconcerned with the time you fail to find,
circling the skies, seeking a different kind
per discontent, tossed and left behind.
So close to some other happiness, I am
when prisms fill themselves with you and chaos makes sense
blue heavens transform to darkness in timbers
pacing through the moonlight's embers,
lone and seeking you with a pain intense
as for the raven, she is self-defense
loyalty remains, despite absence.
I can see the passions in both pair of eyes
the chaos and prisms differ greatly in size
I ponder the better when each have their demise
for the wolf has a built-in single bond that ties
her to a certain misery when her chosen mate dies
for the cold-hearted raven will soon fall from the skies
burdened by indulgence of too many blackberry pies
the wolf, a beauty, never fails to mesmerize
she is of unconditionalism that intermittently satifies
but 'tis the raven that never cries.
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