A/N: whoopsies don't really know what this became

o raven, beat your wings in frenzied flight

whisk me into the myth of the night

as i stare at the dark and broken skies

let me count the dead stars i saw in her eyes

in everything cracked is complexity

darkness isn't sad, it's poetic beauty

though bringing forth all the heartbreak it may

without the starkness of dusk, you can't see day