Her name meant estranged from home,
or muttering words of no sense.
She had a mind that spoke all alone,
and feelings that made her too tense.
They forged a raven out of a swan,
not by her choosing, but destiny—
one who was better left unknown,
in a dark cloak of chastity.
She only read poems carved in stone,
too far away from shining lakes;
they only saw her as a form,
and even thought she was too lame.
Yet darkness took her like a thief,
or forged her in its ruthless art;
for nothing’s darker than the grief,
and nothing's stronger than the dark.
Raven amongst the swans
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