In the black of night
there was no moon
nor were their stars
just the dead of night
staring back at me
I blinked once
I blink twice and on three
nothing had changed
Just the howling wind and me
and just like that he appeared
my Raven perched upon my windowsill
like someone had been keeping it warm for him all this time?
gasping for air
I just couldn\'t breathe
I couldn\'t feel my heart beat
all I could see was two round soul catchers
they were his eyes
staring at me
in this, the pit of darkness
and as he spoke
I knew what was coming
after all, by now I was used to these moments
he told me…
grief will come in many forms
but the form in which you choose to see it
will be the one that stays forever
and with that, he flew away…
into what I could only describe
were, the devil’s curtains.