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By Onyx Alone,
I sat in darkness, as
sad as one can be. I
asked God to send a raven, to
set
my spirit free. The
weight of life was just too great, the
woes from A to Z. How
can a world, so very large, find
not one place for me? Sleeplessly,
I lay in bed. The
night was cool and still. Then
I heard a gentle flutter, upon
my window sill. Blacker
than the night itself, the
raven spread it's wings. Against
the silver moonlight, They
were such lovely things. Surprised
by it's arrival, I
looked upon the bird. Captured
by its onyx eyes, I
couldn't say a word. Then
before my very eyes, it
spread it's wings once more. It
became a maid so lovely. No
man could ask for more. When,
at last, I found my voice, I
asked the youthful maid: "Have
you come to end my agony, as
to my god I've prayed?" "That
depends on you" she
said. "But
some things you need to know." ''Once
you've heard
what I will say, you
may chose to stay or go." "You
seek to cheat the hangman, whose
name, you say, is life." "You
want release from bonds of pain, and
a noose of woven strife." "Life
isn't what you think it is." "You've
missed so much somehow." "The
hope of all you might become, is
why I'm here right now." "You
think of life as some cruel game, that
you've too often lost" "But,
the more a soul's potential, the
higher is it's cost." "It's
a matter of perception." "That's
what you must now learn." "It's
those perceived as "Different" who
cause the world to turn." "You
view your life as being cursed, and
full of misery" "It's
those who face pain fearlessly, who
heal it best, you see. "It's
a matter of perception." "Evil's
always dark." "But
darkness isn't evil." “It's
just a little stark" Being
"Gothic" doesn't make you wrong, or
make the others right." "Mother
earth herself knows this." "She
has both day and night " "The
pain of gothic children may
at times leave them depressed." "God
gave this special sight to few, to
help save all the rest." "Shout
about the ills of man, wherever
they may be." "The
child of light can't make them right,
unless
we help them see." "The
survival of your sadness, makes
you stronger than you see." "You'll
never know what heights you'd reach, if
you chose to come with me." She
came and stood beside me, and
I rose from my bed. She
gazed into my eyes, and
placed her hand upon my head "The
time is here, to make your choice" "Chose
well."
the maiden said. I
thought I'd die that summer night. I
chose to stay instead. She
spoke the "Raven's Blessing" with
that hand placed on my head. I
felt the pain lift from my heart, my
every doubt and dread. "Bless
this soul with wisdom, to
never fear the night." "Give
him knowledge and the skill, to
set the wrong things right." I
embraced her lovely body. Somehow
it just felt right. Her
skin was soft as moon beams, her
long hair black as night. Our
bodies, and our hearts entwined. Two
gothic souls were one. Sweet
love we made until
we saw the first rays of the sun. On
my knees I Pleaded, and
begged her not to go. She
kissed me one last time, then
morphed back to a crow. She
was gone in just a heartbeat, but
she left a gift behind. She
left just one black feather, for
my broken heart to find. Since
then, I've missed her terribly, but
now I understand. Joy
and pain, and light and dark, exist
each hand-in-hand. There's
no harm in being gothic, finding
beauty in the night. All
things move in circles, and
somehow turn out right Someday
she'll return for me, on
some distant summer night. Our
bodies will again be one, before
our souls take flight.
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