Dislike.

Hate

–verb (used with object)

1.

to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion foror extreme hostility toward; detest:

to hate the enemy; tohate bigotry.

2.

to be unwilling; dislike: I hate to do it.

–verb (used without object)

3.

to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.

–noun

4.

intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.

5.

the object of extreme aversion or hostility.

This may sound ironic, but I dislike the word "Hate" and it's meaning. It wasn't until recently that I have really felt the true meaning of this word. I've been know for saying "I hate that" or turning my nose up at something. I don't believe I never knew the true power behind the word hate.

I have been taught to forgive and forget. Not to dwell on the past. Always try to find the good in everyone.

But have you ever encountered a situation where you should forgive and forget, but you can't? You want to say it's over. That you're the bigger person. Yet when this matter is brought to attention, every bone in your body aches to scream? Or when talking about it, a wicked flavor crosses over your tongue, leaving you with a horrible feeling? Does it cause you to feel no remorse or sympathy? In the end it cause to feel true hatred.

I want to get past this. I want it to go away. I want a new beginning.

The Raven.

A Raven flies pass the moon. Wearing it's black coat, it glads across the fields of dreams. Searching for the thing it craves. Hunting for the answer to its stomach's prayers. The Raven's eyes sweeping across the land hoping for just a small glance. A hint as to where it may be hiding.

Winter comes quickly. The Raven knows the end has finally approached. Death has rung, and it is her time to answer.

But as the sun awakens the new day, her heart quickens. She flees from Death. Hiding in the darkest parts. She must find it. Her wings are stretched and tired, but never stops. With hope in far sight, she fights on.

She slips through the clutches of Death. And soon Death seems to forget about her. He passes her without looking back. Letting her embrace the shadows.

Always moving, never sleeping. She continues to fly in the dark. Once looking for the meaning. But with each night, she is sunk deeper within the Shadowland, forgetting herself. Forgetting the purpose for the fight.

She is leaving one world and unknowingly entering another. She is lost. Soon becoming one with the dark. Becoming one with the Shadows, until the Raven is a shadow. Lost forever in the dark.