Raven
Straight as the path to the peril,
Straight as the line on his brow,
Straight as the gaze to the heaven
Of dead eyes in darkness of crowds.
If to see
Without looking
If to want
Without lust,
If it's true
That the paths untaken
Lead to no loss...
If to ask about trifles be wiser,
If to numb all the voices inside,
Then all black becomes nobler among lights,
And a mind with a madness entwined.
I wanted to write down my last wish,
And instead I am back at all rhymes.
'Tis my nature. I'm tired of fighting
Foolish hopes too stubborn to die.
The raven spoke truly a diamond,
And the Voice was of a rare kind
That either passes through mind or
Stays forever inside
Knifed with a memory, I feel no rage
For the day's diseased fumes.
I hold the feather, accept my doom,
For he awaits to meet me soon.
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2020-07-03 06:16:03
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