Oh raven, black as night,
Watching the world be torn
Betwixt sorrow and delight.
And yet you only watch and stare,
Cawing out trifles to those who care.
You are said to be an omen;
A horror filled decree.
Yet things are not always as they seem,
And you, oh raven, do not have to be what they deem.
For if you are a raven or a dove,
Your color matters not.
For it is your actions, you see,
That will change what is to be.
And yet you care not,
Thus the world is left to rot.