When I heard Your call, I was curious. 
So, I sought You out. 

I was met with the cacophony of fearful cries. 
Terrified whispers and dark warnings. 
Angry shouts and hateful words.

Not to seek You. 
Not to heed Your call. 
Not to listen to Your beckoning.

I was warned.
You were dangerous. 
Cold, cruel, and ruthless. 
Your brutality knew no bounds. 

You took delight in brutalizing and torturing, 
breaking and manipulating, all those that serve You.
Taking with a greedy hand and only leaving an empty void. 

That You were a god meant only for men, kings, and warriors. 
Not for those who are kind, curious, and loving. 
Or even women and anyone in between. 

I was warned. 
I would be eviscerated, broken, and crushed. 
Left a shattered shell with no hope of recovery. 

I persisted. 
I found myself swept up by Your wit and Your charm. 
Your curiosity and Your love. 

You are not just black and white. 
Nor are You grey. 
But an array of colors; I never expected to see. 

Oh, how I have come to love and adore You. 
My beloved Raven God.