Raven

You never appear in my dreams anymore, 

why do I keep swimming deep?

I learned to breath under pressure and without light, 

where demons lurk, 

We are foam that quickly fades.

This is my last poem for you, 

I'll cut the ancestral thread that ties us, 

the gods never left us speak,

we are foam that quickly fades.

I guarded our last kiss, I'll cut the ancestral cord that binds us, 

everything will be kept between the wings of the raven. M