In shadows draped, a dark Raven's flight,
Soaring high, with a mindful sight.
Reborn from a plight, a tale unfolds,
Grappling demons, stories untold.
Once a soul in sorrow, gripped by grief,
Heart heavy with burdens, seeking relief.
Through the obsidian sky, wings unfurl,
A transformation begins, a new world.
Bearing the weight of a somber past,
A Raven's journey, shadows cast.
Grappling demons, unforeseen foes,
In the depths where the darkness grows.
Sorrow, a companion, clung to the heart,
Yet, in the Raven's eyes, a glint, a start.
Wings beating, a rhythm of resilience,
Defying the echoes of pain's insistence.
A dance with demons, fierce and unknown,
A battle within, a soul overthrown.
Yet, the Raven persisted, a silhouette bold,
Through the tempest of stories, untold.
As moonlight weaved tales in the velvety sky,
The Raven faced demons, bidding them goodbye.
In the echoes of sorrow, a melody played,
A symphony of healing, in darkness swayed.
From the depths of despair, a rebirth,
The Raven emerged, a phoenix on earth.
No longer confined to the shadows of night,
But soaring high, in the healing light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem