Winter approaches with its cold white burn,
everywhere the light
no where to turn,
Sharp wet snow stings on your skin,
the cold tears at you,
please let me in,
Will you turn? Will you run? Flee without reason?
or embrace the solace,
in dead season.
~J. Aurel Guay
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Why do you question the way you are Raven?
I soar through the brilliant heavens, on wings black as coal and dark as night,
I ride on the very wings of the wind, yet I am forced to the dirt to find my nourishment,
My song is coarse and low, unlike my brethren and yet I cease not to proclaim,
The crimson stain runs down my cheek,
And with it now I freely weep,
Could you not come and stop this black?
Break my heart and take it back?
I forged the dark, I made the blight,
The pain is mine alone to bear,
Despite my cries you left it there.