Raven

By Onyx

When God first made the ravens,
They were white as they could be.
They put the stars themselves to shame,
They were lovely, they were free.

Ravens had a special gift,
That man knew nothing of.
They could see the pit of hell below,
And heavens gates above.

Many specters crows had seen,
Each going his own way.
Would they receive rewards for life,
Or would they have to pay?

Then one day a raven came,
And landed in a tree.
The specter of a blind man passed,
As lost as he could be.

"How can this be" the raven thought,
"He lived his life so well",
"A soul that merits heaven,
Should not be bound for hell".

Right up to the pits edge,
Then over it he went.
"This is wrong!" the raven cried,
"This cant be what God meant".

He couldn't let it happen,
At fantastic speed it flew.
The raven faced the fires of Hell,
To do what he must do.

He dove straight down into the pit,
and seized the specter tight.
Then upward toward the heavens,
To set the error right.

The Creator saw the spirit,
And ushered him inside. 
The raven was all black from soot,
His heart was full of pride.

The Creator watched the raven, 
At first without a word.
Then his eyes began to sparkle,
As he smiled down at the bird.

"You were very brave" God told him,
"This is what Ill do.
I have a very special job,
I think is right for you.

I need a very special group,
To show souls where to go.
Your race has proved its wisdom,
I'm confident you'll know.

From this day on your kind will be,
As black as darkest night.
To honor one who faced hells fire,
To stand for what is right".

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