The Crystal Raven has found a new purpose in life
Dying to save others - litteraly
Sacrificing his own life to save those of others

It does not bother him much
Like some morbid parody of the Phoenix,
He is returned to life every evening
What is one more death?

No one ever thanks him
They don't even notice him
But that is the way he likes it best

He has gotten used to endless flights over endless wastelands,
Countless deaths, over and over and over
But what he has not gotten over is the loneliness

Then one night, just like any other
A shadow passes over him
Another Raven?
Or something else?

She is gone just as sudden as she appears
But he is determined to find her again
No matter how many times he must die getting there

And because I cannot end this poem on a hopeful note:
Death comes for us all
For some of us
It comes more than once