The Raven's Whisper
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
a maiden sits, lost in thought's dark way.
A raven's call, a mystic, whispered spell,
echoes through the soul, a story to tell.
The flowers bloom, a ghostly, pale hue,
like moonlit dreams, both pure and true.
In this dark garden, she finds her peace,
a world where mystic forces softly release.
The raven's wings, a midnight sky,
enfold her spirit, as the winds go by.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
a mystic, wild, and untamed ecstasy.