Raven.
Her jet black hair caught my eye the second she walked in the room, it flowed and flew like feathers. She walked with a grace strange to mankind, I was mesmerized. I looked on as she walked over to a table and sat down, wondering how I could start a conversation with this beautiful stranger. I took my glass of red wine and headed in her direction, bumping the table before her and sending the wine flying all over the front of her. She looked up at me with the most emerald green eyes I have ever shared contact with, and smirked. I began apologizing wholeheartedly, and this woman dripping with blood red wine, smiled at me. I must've looked a fool. But that was not to matter, she smiled at me and I, trying to be gentlemanly, suggested a coffee as a peace offering. Which much to my luck this angel agreed to. I sat there at this cafe with this woman with hair black as night and eyes green as emeralds, it was late and she needed a ride home. We shared a night of light joyous conversation, as we pulled up to her home, a large and rather creepy old estate a few miles from the city limits, she invited me in for a bite to eat before my long ride back into the city. As we walked through her dimly lit home I admired it´s old victorian features. This home seemed to match the woman I had just met. She walked up a flight of cobblestone stairs and I followed. There in front of us was a large window with a view like no other in the world. We stood there gazing out this glassless window, admiring the landscape. She turns to me and whispers a question. ¨Would you like a better view?¨ she asked with a smooth voice. I just nodded in return, unable to speak. Before my very eyes I saw something unbelievable, the woman with jet black hair began to change into an elegant….bird. She was large and black and graceful, Her eyes greener than ever. She grabbed me with her claws and took me out the window, flapping her enormous wings. I looked upon the landscape now directly under me, until the view quit changing but instead getting closer.This is the night I met death and it´s angel. My shoulders bled from the claws of the raven woman, that scratched me as she let me fall. As I see my ending near I replay her whisper in my ear as she let me go when she said in the coldest tone, ¨My name is Raven.¨