A raven perched on a branch so high,
A creature of darkness, that caught my eye,
Its feathers, they gleamed, with a midnight sheen,
A vision of beauty, that’s hard to glean.
Its eyes, they shone, with an eerie light,
A creature of mystery, that’s hard to sight,
Its beak, it glinted, with a sharpness so keen,
A symbol of wisdom, that’s hard to glean.
The raven’s wings, they stretched so wide,
A creature of freedom, that’s hard to confide,
Its flight, it soared, with an effortless grace,
A symbol of power, that’s hard to replace.
But the raven’s not just a creature of night,
It’s a symbol of hope, that’s hard to incite,
Its beauty, it shines, through the darkness so deep,
A reminder that even in pain, we can still reap.
For the raven’s wings, they carry a message so clear,
That even in darkness, there’s beauty to revere,
That even in pain, there’s hope to be found,
And even in silence, there’s a voice to resound.
So let the raven be a symbol of light,
A creature of beauty, that’s hard to indict,
Let its wings carry us, to a world so bright,
Where hope and beauty, are always in sight.
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