Interlude

The day when I've found my own pace
the day I won't run to remain
shall be the day when I will raise,
to set off paving my own lane.

The day I get to my map's ridge
the day I see beyond world's border
shall be the day the point is reached
where I can put things into order.

The day I won't go to sleep alone
the day when I'll rise with the sun,
shall be the day I've found my home
and time will follow me along.

The sun's empire was in reach,
where every season's much more bright,
but a raven will just never bleach,
thus swallowed every ray of light,
croacked and pecked, put up a fight
eventually driven out of sight,
to end up plighting to the night.

While in the eye of stormy weather
was where this raven fledged,
it shall be at world's edge
on a remote and high ledge
where the raven ends his flight
sets down and waits for the twilight
to ignite into ember feathers
ashes flying to the dark nether.