{"sf1_id":693581,"sf2_id":"k1VBAZG1","title":"Wings of the Raven","author":"ShingetsuMoon","words":380,"posted_at":"2014-04-16T01:01:00.000Z","tags":["Fursona","Poem","Poetry","Raven"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693581-wings-of-the-raven","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VBAZG1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/48/77/48773cbb-32ab-493a-b69e-5085dfaf0701","description":"#15 of National Poetry Writing Month\n\nThis poem is about my third and final fursona, Kazana the raven. The poem is about him and the personal connection I feel for him.","content":"* * *\n\nOne created to represent  \nthat which I long to be.   \nAnother who bears the   \nscars of my harsh reality.\n\nA third to lift my heart  \nand spread joy in ways  \nthat I could only dream of  \ndoing on my own.\n\nA raven with wings of   \nblack and teal.\n\nIntelligent and cunning.  \nWise and outspoken.  \nAlways with a word to say.  \nAlways the center of attention  \ninstead of sitting in the shadows  \nwatching the world go by.\n\nI am the one who waits for  \nsomething to happen. He is the   \none who creates action.   \nDrama.  \nLife.\n\nI sit patiently on the sidelines  \nwary of the crowds and content  \nto watch as the best moments in  \nlife pass me by.\n\nHe is the one the one at the center  \nof attention. Thriving off the energy   \nof the crowd. He is not content to  \nsit and watch or pause or wait. He   \ndoes not wait for the moments to  \ncome he creates them with a dazzle  \nand a flair.\n\nHe is bold and outspoken. Never   \nhesitating to say what must be said.  \nHe is not shackled by silence and fear  \nlike I am.\n\nHe will not stand by in silence while   \nsomeone else mocks or quiets the voice  \nof another.\n\nHe is the voice I wish I had.  \nHe is the confidence I dream of  \nwhen I am too afraid to take part  \nin the action.\n\nHe is light and darkness and fun  \nand wisdom and smooth words  \nand confidence and bold outspoken  \nreality.\n\nHe speaks truth with every breath  \nand does not worry about the opinions  \nothers hold of him when he dares to  \nsay that which others will not.\n\nHe is my confidence.  \nHe is the soul that gives me wings.  \nHe is the voice of boldness that I   \ndesire when there is something that  \nneeds to be said. He does not tolerate  \nfools or stand by idly while the loud  \nunceasingly interrupt the quiet.\n\nHe is the light to my darkness.  \nThe sun to my shadows.   \nHe is the illumination that fills  \nmy soul and my heart.\n\nI may long for the heart of a lion or  \nremember the lonely tears of the oryx,   \nbut more than anything else... I long for  \nthe wings of the raven.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"National Poetry Writing Month","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693221-tears-of-the-oryx.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693917-men-vs-women.json"}}