ROMANCE Poem: The Death of Hope, by Ravale Khan

From the pit of mice, I looked above
To see a bird, was it a dove?
It had black wings, freedom endures
So far away, and yet so close

I reach out, the bird may notice
She does, and sits nearby for this
For this is an execution, a murder of hope
Hope screams out, but only a croak

“Help me bird, I need thee now!”
The birds head, dips in a bow
“I am confused, so far away I fly”
Hope clings on, for it must try

Too late fool, you have perished
But the birds beauty, I always cherished
The last sight that I see, is the Raven flying away from me
Happy, free and flying, that is what you must be

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