For A Solitary Raven Poem by Mirjana Miric

I see you perched, a blackened, feathered king,
you rest amid the cold, alone;
no longer a sprouting duo of darkness, like in Spring,
your lady absent, non-existing, gone.
Your fabled name now - dot upon a string,
your dream a warmth extinguished by the white,
and all you own must fit under thy wing,
do you even have a shelter for the night?
In sadness you I utter from my tender nest,
Ablaze do I throw pity for your fate,
and count upon the treasures I possess,
and drown in thousand kisses of my mate.
Yet it is you who rules the heart, a bird!
For mine are now the jewels, but yours is the world.