“Raven” by Ingrid Fu
After reading Edgar Allan Poe's Poem "The Raven," the figure of the raven triggered my poetic inspiration. So I created this poem, as well as a Chinese poem and a song on the same topic.
Through this poem, I want to express the confusion, rebellion, and pursuit of our generation of young people.
I happen to be in a band called RAVEN. I feel that we are like the birds seeking freedom in the poem, like dark but shining stars, looking for belonging, and guiding each other.
“Raven"
by Ingrid Fu
When the darkness tears up my dream into tears
The wind bell used to ring but I no longer hear
The starry sky that envelops the roof no longer shines
The dim haze flows by and the moon was obscured
Those timeworn lamps started strobing near
I walked toward the edge, after recalling those years
I used to be scared but now no longer fear
I got nothing to lose, its nightmare
I used up all I had
but was returned with a laugh
my persistence seemed
trivial and like ash
I always knew the ending,
was never going to be blooming
Then why should I start this tale,
and make myself fading
how much paid and how much deserved
how much I get and how much I regret
Why striving still in the end broken
Diligent yet in this hopeless position
Some raven flew by crying out sorrow
They comprehend what I was thinking their feeling I know
We all been crushed by our life and had been put so low
No matter how they tried, still driven to the shadow
They had no other choice other than admit their destiny
They say we’re forever worthless and does not match with glory
That we don’t deserve a beautiful memory
Once we thought to end this helpless painful journey
The tragedy comes true and we had no option
I do want to go back live peacefully with passion
But everything is already mistaken,
and this is the ending we had chosen
I ended up on this top,
to the night sky, we starred
Closed my eyes and leaped into the air
I swirled and twirled,
the wind dancing up my feather
I flew and soared away,
I’m free now and I can go anywhere
And I hope that we can go further.
To a place away from here
When you see a black star in the sky
It's black but bright
A dark ugly bird, In a husky voice
wailing out that song, Of Raven.
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