The angel sang my demise
like the melody of an old violin 
and I’d feel honored, if not
for the unfairness of it all

Break your silence, child,
the angel said in kind words
thou shall be free of pain
thou shall be free of sorrow

But am I not also bound to be free
of my dreams and hopes
of the passion and lust
of all the beauty of my living despair?

Am I not also bound to be free
of the memories dear
of feeling the raindrops
of all the poetry this pain inflicts?

I will carry my soul, I answered
I shall keep my words spoken
I shall keep my heart broken

My spirit belongs to my void
And no one else.

The angel sang my demise
So be it, so be it
I have long watched the dance of the black swans
I have known the secrets of old
Doom never fails.

And so I became the raven
And I sang my own destiny, for those willing to listen
Be it demise, be it blessing,
Be it a curse of the eternal ones

My spirit belongs to my choice
And no one else.

(originally written in 17/12/2020)