He`s sitting on the twig behind my window,
With his predator eyes penetrating me like blade,
Indifferent and rigid towards every wind blow,
With colorless soul and eyes of million shades.
Motionless but haunting me quite for a long time,
Casting freighting shadow on my irksome walls,
Sleepless, slowly merging with the falling night,
Wearing black feather cloak and shabby shawl.
Since he is here I never dared to approach near,
Scared to look straight to the bottom of his eyes,
Heart is frozen and movements chained by fear,
I`ve learnt to love the daylight and despise a night.
But day has come to throw off my hateful shackles,
To live that life I always pictured in my lively mind,
There`s always winner and a loser in a battle,
And I don`t wanna be a failure losing precious time.
That day I dared not to draw accustomed curtain,
I looked through him as if I forced a moment to last,
Once in my life I`ve thrown off insufferable burden
And realized that raven was the shadow of my past…
He`s no more sitting on a twig behind my window,
His greedy eyes are no more piercing me through,
Now only dry twig`s sensitive to every wind blow
And nobody will change direction I am heading to.
- Svetlank@ -