My heart is a smoldering ember
That too easily ignites,
Melting this skin of innocence
Releasing feral things to flight.
But oh how they are beautiful,
Like solitary wolves, slinking from the hollows of my heart
All glistening and yellow-eyed,
Gliding through the midnight forests
On the inside portion of my soul;
The part that only others like us ever know.
Yes, I can see the untamed wilds that make you whole,
And I release the ravens from my heart each time I walk with you.
And sometimes they are beautiful
And sometimes they are dark
And sometimes they cry as their wings beat a breathless pattern to the stars.
With this pen, I trace the elegance of their arcs across the
Uncharted corners of our skies.
— The End —