A raven for my sweetheart for battles we have won
Her beating heart of fire and freezing eyes of stone
She wants not for old treasures
She breathes not for the past
Her words are like silver swords, soft when I saw her last
Who knows what the future holds?
What grows from seeds we've sown?
A raven for my sweetheart to take when I get home
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
