Ravyne

Another world, another place
Another land, another face
Fly away, fly away, fly away little bird
Sing me a story and say not a word
Spread your wings, little crow, and fly away free
But please don't forget to come back for me

((This poem is in the dark, horror section because of the story behind it. Feel free to ask, if you're curious on the details. Basically I found an injured crow, named it Ravyne, and ended up giving it to a shelter who put it down, when I know for a fact it would have lived. The wing wasn't that bad and it was doing so well...))