Raven Part 13

By Brian

Raven is a woman,
black as night, cold as death.
She hunts in the night looking for bright souls.
We wonder if men knows she exists,
Feeding on the pain she inflicts.

I love her though she hates me.
I miss her though she mocks me.
What have I done to deserve this?

She has taken away my only hope.
She laughs at me while I give her my heart.
Why do I want to be loved by a raven?

I am a hawk, this is not right.
We are not the same species yet I am attracted to her.
I want her, but why?
She taunts me, she teases me.
I allow her games.
Will I ever learn?

I am a hunter, while she scavenges.
I am strong, while she is mean.
I have honesty, while she has lies.
I feed of love, while she feeds of pain.

I give her what I can, but she gives me nothing.
I love her.

A sister hawk asked me tonight,
"Friend, Why do you love her?"
I told her "I do not know."
I wish I knew.
I thought I knew why once, but I have forgotten.

A coyote came to me in a dream.
I gave him a place to sit by my fire and said,
"Brother, eat with me, I need to know why the raven teases me."
He sat and ate but did not speak.
When he was done eating he got up, looked at me and said.
"You cry for her, but she laughs.
You cry to her, and she laughs.
She does not tease you.
You tease you."

I was shocked to hear my brother speak this way to me.
I said, "I don't like this pain, I don't like to cry, how do I get her back?"

"Hawk my friend, she will kill you if you go back to her.
I know you love her, but is death worth it?"

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