What ravens were unto a prophet once.
Does not the beauty they create or dream
Atone for all our ugly deeds or thoughts,
Even as the saints who pray for those that sin
Sustain the equilibrium that must be
In order that the world may not be doomed?
Eternal malediction fall on those
Who mock or crucify these chosen ones
And let them be thrice blessed who help to clear
Life’s rugged road of thorns for those who pass