Raven
Raven wailed tears of ash
Circling above scorched path
Wings of molasses , hearts gone glass
Seething on dissonant past
It’s breath is smoke ,
and so it chokes.
It sobs a song
on its splintered feet
It’s a-lullaby I don’t dare sing,
the ebony scar across
robin egg sky.
Time seems to glide
Through glossed feathers
In crestfallen eyes
Scorched earth it wails ,
it sobbed ,it screamed
There are answers,
One should never seek.
Oh my raven ,
how I’ll cry
When you lose all hope .
And just fucking die
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