The Raven

Black form so strongly poised on crest of tree,

Why has earth held back it’s beauty from thee,

To done you with a coat of the night,

That shields you in the moons glowing light

Oh Raven, heaven must surely see,

Even in life and death, Grief or zest

You are free !!!!!

Your eyes a reflection of death

Makes me hold my weary breath

and yet you wantonly glide

as sin in your darkened heart

you hide….

How shamelessly you caw with glee

and steal my life with all it’s

Joy and needless prosperity.

Oh Raven, with thy vicious silken coat,

Stand upon my fence to gloat,

For evil has clothed you at thy birth,

with cawing laughter full of endless mirth,

Though darkness to our lives you bring,

Your eyes only behold fun and silly things,

How lucky you are in flight

To be cast away from your vision

of hideous sight,

So your life must surely be

One of roaming, daft and free

while you caw and caw, still untouched

by the calls of growing and dying humanity.

How can life with such beauty hold

Your wicked story ever told.

So fly away Mr. Raven

For you have christened death

In a pure crystal bed of heaven.

And laugh at me as you roam

and share this earth which is our common home.