TheDemiDevil

my name is raven

I find birds beautiful

every single bird except for crows

lately all I've seen and known are crows

I haven't seen a sparrow in years

centuries

they might be extinct

crow and I went down to the streams to collect stones for skipping

 he told me he's never been happier than now

we shared a blissful moment under the trees in the fading sunset light

he looks so beautiful

the crows sink their beaks into my skin so that they are fed once again

I'm glad I have some purpose to them

if not a comrade, food.

I keep them alive

and it was time to remind them of that once again today

my friends name is crow 

nothing exists when I am with him

we dress in cloaks of black with hoods

and embark on a quest once the sun begins to set again

this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before

"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it." 

this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut

I have black magic seeping from my fingertips into the ground

a cloudy, smoky substance that dances in the air

and twinkles in moonlight

I hate it

I hate how beautiful it is

I hate how much I love this magic