Ravens fly by swiftly their feather black as jet,
they know my dreams so well but tell nothing.
they swoop to catch any secret,
to hoard to themselves and they learn something.
for they hold our memories when we've lost them,
and hide them with their trinkets and treasure.
even the smallest detail matters to them,
even the ones you cant measure.
they know the truth in every lie.
they see your life when you die.



Ravenna Truthmark "Matt's Naughty1" Naughty - 16 years, 3 months, 9 days ago