In the abyss of your vast desolation,
Emerge the ravens, symbols of salvation.
Yes dark; and they bear gifts so slight,
A testament of loyalty, in the cold, stark light.
Their offerings, mere morsels, scarce and few,
Yet with each bite, a bond is renewed.
In their humble tribute, a message so clear,
Even in bleakness, love draws near.
For in their widow’s mite, profound and pure,
Lies a promise that endures,
In the heart of winter, where woes engrave,
Do not forget the gifts the ravens gave.
Remember,
amidst the sorrow’s waves, in the quiet,
in the hush,
Thank Your Ravens.
