Two Ravens 011

black are the feathers
of my true love's wing
bright are the fires
of her eyes of gold

grey is the shadow
of my old love's heart
grim is the sunset
of his eyes of pain


joy is the language
of our time in peace
valour the music
of our flight in war

dead are the ashes
of the ages past
and still two ravens
are a life of one

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