Raining on Ravenheart

Her skin was whiter than white, making her flesh shine through

Her eyes were blue when she was a child; now, she painted them black.

She had seen a lot in life that had hurt her, but that’s not the point of this story.

The point is that it changed her; it quieted here.

At least, to the outside world; while inside, the constant war of words went on.

And she fought and argued with herself; she won some, and she lost some.

But her every victory drew her away from the world; so she drew on herself with ink

And her every defeat helped her build the wall around herself; so she drew on herself with ink again.

Till the white skin shone black, in memory of those victories and the defeats.

And her face was hidden beneath the mask of sorrow

And her eyes, once as blue as the sky, were veiled behind the blackness those eyes had seen.

She left this world behind; she got lost in the private world she built.

She also spoke to the animals and birds; ravens had a special place in her heart.

For they, like her, shone black as well.

She runs away often; she’s run away today as well.

Not too far today, though; just to the lake behind the hills.

She seems to be waiting for something, but it can’t be the sun.

She says she hates the sun; but then, her eyes are shifty when she says it, so I can never know for sure if she’s telling the truth.

I hope she’s waiting for the rain, because the clouds overhead look promising.

But wait; is that a glint of regret in her eyes? Regret that the sun won’t be here?

And now, she hangs her head in sorrow; and shivers in the chilly air.

And from the gusts of wind that blow over her from the flapping wings of her raven.

Does she long for the sun, after all? Does she miss the warmth, and the life, that the sun promises every day?

And then, it rained upon her; and on her special raven.

And a little of the ink was washed away; but only a little…

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Inspired from Magpie Tales.