Lady Of The Raven

• Yesmi Kalugalage, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

Her soul is cracked and crumbled, a shattered mirror in despair.

She is hurt, her mighty wings of darkness torn and gashed and marred.

She is broken.

A vulnerable soul , all alone under the velvety cloak of discord.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Nowhere to escape.