The Raven’s Wish Upon the roof of amber flame, A raven watched, yet felt no name. Two sisters stood, their hearts entwined, A bond of love, both fierce and kind. He saw their shadows merge with light. Two souls that warmed the falling night. Their whispers rose like gentle streams. A lullaby of endless dreams. The raven cawed, but none could hear. A lonely sound that held his fear. For in his chest, a yearning grew, To taste the love he never knew. He spread his wings, yet lingered still, Admiring hearts no cold could kill. And sometimes, when the night is long, He dreams that love might be his song. 🎨 Serin Alar