Raven

In the darkest night,
When all else is still,
The raven takes flight,
With secrets to fulfill.

Black as coal,
Its feathers gleam,
A creature of the soul,
With secrets unseen.

In the folklore of old,
The raven was a sign,
Of fortune or misfortune unfold,
A bird of both light and dark to bind.

For like a man,
The raven is both good and bad,
A balance of yin and yang,
Its secrets all too sad.

The raven understands,
The value of secrecy,
For in a world of shifting sands,
Retaining balance is key.

A man too is like the raven,
A creature of darkness and light,
His secrets hidden in a haven,
Balanced in his might.

To retain one's secrets,
Is to hold power within,
For only the raven knows the depths.