I saw a raven flying
like a cliched heart doth soar
but the raven flew in red hewn light
and was dashed upon the floor.
A little explanation is required methinks.
Basically, it is the sight of one's lover's black hair passing a doorway, and the momentary lift of the heart at the prospect of another encounter. However, this is then shattered by the realisation that it is hair cut away from the head as the blade sank inton their neck, and the feeling of utter despair as any hopes of love are dashed like the lock of hair as it hits the floor and breaks into its composite strands.
like a cliched heart doth soar
but the raven flew in red hewn light
and was dashed upon the floor.
A little explanation is required methinks.
Basically, it is the sight of one's lover's black hair passing a doorway, and the momentary lift of the heart at the prospect of another encounter. However, this is then shattered by the realisation that it is hair cut away from the head as the blade sank inton their neck, and the feeling of utter despair as any hopes of love are dashed like the lock of hair as it hits the floor and breaks into its composite strands.
