• In the darkness of night
    A raven stirs;
    It glides through
    The densely packed trees.

    Looking over its home,
    Protecting everything
    In the night.

    Keeping the balance
    Between life and death
    With an ominous force.

    But not this raven,
    At least not anymore.

    This one lies dead
    On the floor.
    Tossed aside,
    No one who cares.

    The peace is broken,
    As his body lay there:
    Clod and unmoving,
    Dead and unfeeling.

    No longer in his home,
    Because it was
    Cut down long ago;
    By no one else
    But you and me.


    So the raven
    Just lays on the floor
    Clod and dead.

    In a place it should
    Have never been
    And never be once more.

    The tree that
    Once housed him
    Are no longer in sight;
    Instead we have built
    Monsters of buildings
    In their place.

    The floor once held
    Leaves, plant life, and dirt;
    But now all is covered
    With a layer of soot.

    Trapped in this mess,
    We made not thinking of him,
    He met his untimely death.

    And now though
    His soul had left,
    No respect is shown
    On this pitiful earth.

    He doesn't deserve this,
    To lie here like this;
    In what once was a forest,
    But now in the hell
    We built among us.