THE LADY WITHIN THE RAVEN

As night shadows dance within the subconsciousness of my mind as I explore, the world from the inside out from its depth to the lows and highs and deepness within the equation of mere life. For here I stand as I walk into the dead of the night with the black raven, as my silent guide amongst the moonlight glowing against the darkness. That surrounds us both protecting us like an armor silhouette of darkness a shadow of beauty. So deeply submerge are our reflections in case against the blank canvas of the moon, with its mirror image of night as it is deep within its true beauty bound by the very existences of our minds. For it is through this transformation known only to me myself and I, and my black raven that has metamorphosis and stood by my side in the night skies. Is WHY I and HIM exist in this moment within time that we will never forget, the past nor the deepness swirling within our hearts and souls and minds. For I am the raven as the raven is me, as we are one in the same two spiritual beings cast by the way of life's experiences. Coming from the same depth and deepness of our true, innermost hurt and pain along with the process of our suffering, flowing through our veins like liquid fire blood escaping from the gateways and stairways of time with only images without faces with no names.