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It was dark and shady, under the covers of the trees. Thats where she asked me, and asked me truly: what would you do, for love, life and Light? Her blue eyes, they shimmered with tears, fear hidden behind their depths as the sun slanted through the gaps in the trees to highlight the suddenly deathly pain etched into the depths of her being...the light revealed the pain inside, the true state of being.
Staring hopelessly, mouth agape it dawned on me in the truest, purest form.

I would do anything for love, life was nothing without love, as darkness is nothing without the revealing rays of holy light that reveal all hidden in darkness.

Those blue eyes honed into my own, my own twisted disturbed green orbs of turmoil to wash away the deep pain.

I know you. I know that you pretend that everythings fine, i know that perpetual mask in order to hide the true depths of those inner deamons. Come on Rav, lower the mask. Show the world the heart that dwells within that hideous mask. Drop a smile, show someone love, that deep tender love that you are dying to show the world. Reveal who you are now, not when your older, open up. Release the pearl and unleash the depths of yourself completely, allow people in. Let them in. DOnt hide, dont shirk the responsibility of being you.

Her words flew deep, like swords freshly unsheathed. Those eyes that stared at me in pain, they revealed my own pale deathly face. Her musical voice, normally so warm, it chilled me to the bone.
"but i cant...i dont know how, please....help....me..." my dismembered voice replied in the shadows of my realm. "save me from my own most destructivness, save me so i may save others. I cannot leave my shadows, i cannot light my own way. I have no home nor heart."

The oceans dimmed in her eyes as she smouldered slowly. The brief rage of air and water swirling in her orbs as her fury was stoked,
"i cannot save you, i cannot light your way"

"why can you not save me? What good am i without you?"

It was a heavy moment of silence, as she stared me dead in the eyes, her brown hair fluttering like the light touch of an owl in flight, the wisdom founded in her frame. One pale creamy hand found its way through the shadows of the trees to cut the darkness to my face.
"i cannot save you. because i am you."

Thats when it dawned, my starving arms threw out like a netting to catch the lighter side of who i am, who i could have been. They met air as those suddenly calm eyes closed, that hair, highlighted by the sun, it slowly whisped into nothingness as it dawned on my turmoiled mind.

Raven is a fiction. Tis Dee who died this day, haunting through the echoing depths of a torn, tomented and twisted mind in the form of a fading memory. The light that heavenly being should have been bright, now nothing more that a dark deathly shade that cannot find the true path to her own happiness. The once brightly light world of love now a dark, demented realm where insanity, pain and endurance dwell. Now. Instead of making her own light and path, she guides others through the darkness to their own path, their own light before vanishing back into the depths of the dark road, where few can escape without the aid of another.

It was dark and shady, before i realised that she was gone. Truth being. She never was there in the first place, that angel Dee....she was another mask, another angel misused in my collection of selves. used, broken. damaged and the fine edges of a mask cracked. She never existed.

That was my revelation.