My soul is upside down
blue is my day, cloudy mixed
with bad weather a storm on
Today the Raven lays aside
his trouble being black with
a penchant for dark and troubled days.
With a deep curiosity he awaits the brim
of another night to take flight to a poet’s
side among the tossed aside notes
that thicken his concrete floor.
A chamber where the ink never
dries only hearts are broken and graves
are disturbed as another verse is scratched
and scorched by the dripping wax of his faint
wicked orb .
The Poet and the Raven are perfect company
this night with gleaming eyes and unspoken
words they know each others fight is to try
and survive another fit of hidden treasures.
Behind a poets charm as he bleeds to disarm
the words that flounder among the
shadows cast by his past and a Muse
who haunts his very soul.
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