Those feelings were too over worked! Those feelings were so theatrical, and she was rejected initially. She learned her lesson for now, for now. Give her piece for a moment; let her sit within a frown, for now she will criticize the spinelessness of this serpent that slithered into the peripheries of a rotting corpse's guts. A serpent that devoured such a delectable glowing heart and spit it out without a second thought, the thorns around this oddly shaped fist cut the insides of his lips leaving behind faint traces of toxin. She stands with her head held high and a wrinkle beneath her left eye, she is stronger than this. She also apologizes for such dramatic calls for love, "one day," she admits she will find her love.

In fading words from the Raven the girl listens silently as she moves to the whispering songs of anger played in her ears, she is a snake now, she is a serpent, and she plays the games that roses play with their beauty under thorns. With the Raven sitting silently by her side, it was almost dinner time, she quoted to her softly "Why did you let yourself do it?" and she looked at the Raven with an angry smile and said "I don't know, but this will remind me of how fucked up I'll always be. It's like my words never meant much to his time." And the Raven patted her on her shoulder and replied gently, "Your words mean plenty, as do mine, your words can be frivolous and painful, so reject those feelings of sorrow if anger is your alternative toward him. Reject the feelings you had towards him because it was rather obvious of how easily he could lie. Dominate yourself this time, and next time go with your intuition. My dear you have wings for a reason, use them!" And then the girl stared so thankfully into the Raven's eyes and smiled; she removed from her eyes the stained blindfold and stared into the glistening white sky, from her bust she untied a red ribbon and unraveled her wings. White wings blossomed, white wings flew away.