Beat of the wing

As the world moves forth as a raven

Every blackened feather a sin

Every beat of the wing an evil act

All from the gates of heaven

To the deepest pits below

From the breeze of the early morning

To the chill of a solemn morrow

On the flies the raven

All without sorrow

As the wings beat faster I stare amazed

Seeing this world onwards towards twist and turmoil

My eyes fill with tears

Either hate or sorrow I no longer know

Neither of which I will ever show

But despite this dim future and sadness

There is one thing that drives away form madness

That is all that is her

The calm in her words

The warmth of her touch

The kindness in her heart

Through all this I at least know this much

To hear the sound of her voice ring

If only for an instant

Is enough to make me forget about the beat of the wing