The passage
of time
has become
meaningless
for
the Raven,
with each
insipid day
melding into
a disorientation
so atrociously
grey.
Through
the pale,
two moonlight orbs
gaze back;
the ebon figure
still as stone,
outside
looking in.
Free. Free.
the Raven
thinks to himself.
Would you kindly?
The Raven croaks.
Please free me.

~

From within
the confines
of his
solitary
dwelling,
the Raven
gazes outward
through
barred
windows.
The sky is
but
a
distant
memory
now;
the warden
has him
under lock
and key.
His
wings
have long
since atrophied,
he misses
the sand,
the wind,
the cerulean sea.

The Raven turns,
pensive,
to the twin
shadow
traversing
this boundless
star-kissed
welkin.
Moon be my witness,
I am Yours now.

~