You remember the Dove,
symbol of purity and hope,
because he returned.
But I, the Raven,
Carrion bird, bringer of death,
was the first released into the new world,
after it had been purged for Man’s wrong doing.
A few sins, revisited a thousand times over,
some mischief, repaid by genocide,
the whole world wiped out,
and you see God as being merciful?
You remember the Dove,
because he returned.
Because I chose a new adventure,
rather than returning to what I already knew,
am forgotten.
Those of us who strive for something different,
Who strike out on our own,
Who travel the untrodden path,
Do not make a good story.
We live in the wilderness,
Rather than seeking to escape it,
We are not remembered.
History does not paint us in bright colours.
But because I signify death, you would rather forget me,
And remember the Dove, a symbol of hope and new life.
You did not remember that Lucifer
Carried the light himself,
Until he sought a new life in the wilderness.
No-one remembers the Raven,
But we are the symbol you cannot forget.