By Ravenheart
Date: 2012 Sep 12
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The Raven

I walk the cobblestone street alone; the villagers eyeing me suspiciously from their doorways. I pass by the stocks with my head hung low, wearing the scarlet letter that you helped put there. You were the one to throw the first stone, starting the riot that cast me out. You became the town crier, revealing all my indiscretions-just to save yourself.  I would rather face the guillotine than to have things end this way. You used to call me “Ravenheart”. Now I am just…”The Raven”.