• The raven plunders
    He takes what he needs and flutters
    He tries to spread his wings to fly
    But drowns as he lies

    The deep purple sheen of his feathers are caught with a sharp snatch
    Gracefully winding the willow cries
    The raven was just a mere fantasy
    A decaying mistake

    Fantastically he will never be forgotten
    His sole purpose has been fulfilled
    His gifts amongst the air spread a sweet song
    This memory lives on

    Oh sweet raven
    The willow speaks
    You've shown the way
    The image I must portray