The Raven's Wings Unfurled

I protect you when you are small,

when your fear makes you cower.

I am chaos forged in pain—

unflinching, fierce. I am your power.

You lock me up in chains, believing this makes you free

but I am you, and you are me.

I am the monster breathing life

into your soul’s debris.

You were bright and full of beauty

until the world snuffed out your light.

They left you alone in consuming darkness—

but you, my love, became a child of the night.

You became the darkness—her creature, her raven, her child,

but night’s creature has talons.

She is menace. She is wild.

You cannot be the perfect girl—

but would you want to be?

She was quiet, tame, and shrinking.

You are wild, and you are free.

They may say we are too much—

too loud, too strange, too bright.

But I will never die or change.

I am your avenging fight.

And aren’t you too quiet now?

Too timid, too contained?

Yet you call me when you’re breaking—

when this matrix feels insane.

I am not your enemy.

I am the answer to this fucked-up world.

I am the prey turned predator—

the raven’s wings unfurled.