The mute raven
Three birds on a twig
The clouds are heavy
As grey as his doleful eyes
The wind is blowing
As stormy as her quivering sighs
The rocks are colliding
As well as my crushing lies
This tale was old, I could not keep them apart
Love is stronger than death, once I was told
They had trapped each other’s heart.
He was just a random friend
Whom I held in contempt
She was heaven-sent
Someone I’d fight for till the end
But together they were untouchable
A pair of angels I could not tempt.
The leaves are rustling
As violent as the thoughts in his mind
The rain is purifying
As holy as the seconds of her smile
The earthquake is devastating
As unmerciful as my arms
The thunder is in flames
As scorching as the bed we used to lie.
I wanted to be as loved as him
I needed to feel the touch of her skin
There was no dispute I couldn’t win
Till I found myself pining for her shattering kiss
I expected her to choose me
But I wasn’t as confident as I used to be
For her, he was the praised Christ without sin
And I was just an ordinary demon without wings
But still I waited till the end of the spring
Wondering what the next season would bring
Then the fellow winter came
And I felt the severe cold freeze my glee
Love finally had me on a tight and sorry string
I should’ve flown with the other birds
But instead I stayed to rehearse my icy singing
Pretending to be that arbor single king
My humming soon became too clingy
The sun ceased to shine
As tired as my hopeless mind
The snow is getting ticker
He’ll forever be the thorn in my spine
The branches are turning weaker
She would never remain by my side
This tempest of loss is scathing as a fever
I was the one left alone to weep and whine.
Now I rest in my own nest
Wishing you two the best
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