A weeping rose
smeared its black tears
all over my wicked dreams.
My heart beats faster
as my feathered friend was heard scretching
at my door.

Fowl or beast,
I took a look inside
its heart,
though I knew it was made
of blackened ink.

I saw nothing but an ink smear
from a broken quill,
plucked from the same Raven
I once called a beast.

It peeked at me
through cracks in my wall.
This room I once called sanctuary,
but my beast transformed
into a fiend,
a lost soul.

This Raven is found
smearing my thoughts
onto these walls.

I soon will leave this darkened room,
to venture out on Raven wings.