The Raven's Song
Raven plumes strike against white bark
Memoirs. Beliefs. Epics of love long lost and found.
Every now and then, a drop of crimson.
Adorning the blank slate.
Colouring it.
Inch by inch straining its immaculateness.
The greatest story ever told.
Almost impeded by the red that seeps
through the shrapnels of wood.
Almost rendering it useless.
Its malevolent character
inch by inch straining its immaculateness.
An author who is relentless in patience.
An artist who sees adversity as opportunity
to make something new,
to achieve something beautiful.
Once again. For always.
Inch by inch its stain is made absent.