For the Ange de la Nuit,
You promised me the world and I believed you.
On ambers, we rose, above the citadels and the towers they built
For they were unworthy in our eyes, their vile tongues lashing
Your embrace, I knew, would drown out the sounds of our guilt
You promised me the world and I believed you.
With platinum shackles around our fingers, we swore for the other
The oceans could not hold us back, our wings opened wide and strong
Across the lands, we flew, to the maple tree, against the cold bitter weather
You promised me the world and I believed you.
As your voice quivered for the first time, my fears were set in motion
The razor winds were no more than a chilly breeze on my back, I lied to myself
The great plumes, they greyed, but they were only exhibitions of my devotion
You promised me the world and I believed you.
Our trust was sacred, as a wicker of flame in the harshest days of the winter
Yet you trampled it, with your iron-clad soles, so nonchalant, like it never mattered.
I’m breathless, unbeautiful, the once-great mantle, now just broken feathers.
Musings of a Raven 