
What harbingers of rain and pain these ravens be
their discourse harkens my heart of darkness
as I fear the words they bring, sing, song
All wrong is the tone to these deaf ears
mirrors bring only the sight of fright
Night has come to this hollow home
Rome these hall in the morning
hour searching for strength in the darkness
crying to the wolves for comfort and solace
For what depth does the day bring if only to be soured by the sight of pain.
Does it give no rest to the weary traveler, offer no safe haven for this heavy heart
Walking these days of change alone with child in hand burdened by these bones
Medicated sleep finds me for a brief love affair each day as the clock grows long
And shadows of tomorrows future grip tight these gliding hands and fear reigns supreme.
Hold tight to these lovers hands as they are graced with years of skill and a mind as old as time.
I would give it all if only to be heard by one bird on this night of the Ravens song.

Benjamin
2013

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