Once the Raven's Daughter



By the Archjedi

A child of wind and fire burns;
The Raven steals her to its fight.
Pure spark snuffed out, her duty turns,
Willingly bound to serve the night.
Its state, grim cadence, every stride;
What hope can lure her heart aside?

From sand and slate, a man raised up,
To slay the darkness, free the right.
Last of the Knights, renew the cup;
The search must fuel a growing light.
When Raven calls him to its lair,
He strikes it down with sword and prayer.

Her master's hate drives one last crime,
Revenge. She hunts him. But once met,
A lost spark stays her hand, and time,
In secret, draws their hearts in debt.
Thus fall his eyes into the deeps;
True sight, behold the flame she keeps.

For his faith, she forsakes her past;
For her hope, he defies what's cast.
Together they find truth and life,
Unite their souls as man and wife.