Freedom and solitude. The two best things summer has to offer. Done with the perpetual, looming stress that comes with school and ready for joyful, inconsequential time spent lolling around underneath the sun and in the breeze.
I walk through the graveyard, carefully avoiding the flowers on the graves. It’s a yearly trip to keep up appearances. I hated coming here. I sigh stopping at the grave marked William Piller.
my name is dove, but I am the Crow Queen.
these gashes have healed
and my title is all that I have conquered, and nothing more
the songbirds take care of me
I wear a crown of lilies instead of roses
I ran faster than I ever had. So fast I didn't realize I had stopped. I was in Crow's arms.
"Feed us stupid girl. Feed us." The crows hissed.
"No." I told them
"Feed us stupid girl. Feed us!" The crows growled, louder they got larger and hungrier every second.
Crow and I went far today
To the very edge of the forest
and I showed him my magic
this is why I am in love with Crow
he was intrigued by my gifts
and he wasn't afraid of my powers like the rest
"Caw caw. Stupid girl, we're hungry, feed us." The crows demand.
"Not now, I'm tired and need to practice my magic." I lay motionless on the dewy grass.
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