Ornamental Mesh

A serpentine oak shades the aspirations of the skittish marauder    
Pensive and thirsting for the saccharine spoils of death    
Forenoon and evenfall
upon valley and view  
he raked the vale for provision    
From lush to lull
 the desert door was all too provocative    
He was driven in by the itch    
Insofar, he has been deceived  
by the fruitless design  
of his newfound elements    
   
O’ wandering raven, why now do you delay?    
   
Nestled amidst the sinuous curves of the oak
he is fated to wed this vacuous land  
where even the residuals have withered    
Simmering in unvarying famish
he is delicate    
“Be still,” he whispers.  
“The promise of excess never abandons.”    
Wayfaring between utopia and slumber
Dust heavies his patience    
   
A sudden shift in the yon curdles the raven’s stillness    
Stimulated,  
the whiles adhere,  
confecting an essence of cryptic lust  
towards the unwary soul  
lumbering across the horizon    
Skullduggery allures the impertinent player    
   
Upon a starless and milky milieu, the raven quivers    
   
A man    
An enfeebled vagabond  
wavering  
between sorrow and submit,  
gracelessly traipses the weathered expanse  
where stained glass mirages offer riveting rumination; visions to which resolve can never be grasped    
Shivery and hopeless,  
he treads narrowly to where the waters harden  
into a clutter of fissured earth    
Jaded and measureless    
Reminiscent of his patchwork of thoughts  
mired in abject delirium    
A tainted intuition binds his spirit in complacency    
   
Parched and sullied, he wilts    
Offering but a wisp of verve  
upon the mantle of ponderous waste    
One last breath    
He is at one with the pristine fetters of the freshly softened    
   
In the gloaming,  
the marauder takes flight under the crimson veil    
Undulating amidst God’s infertile parlor    
The feathered gypsy descends to jest the wizened    
The redolence of dissolve is seductive    
   
Dancing to the symphony of anguish,  
his unchallenged advance is silken  
and swift    
   
A glint of voracity enlivens the tempters intrigue    
Slaver flows as the raven feeds off the envy of task    
Gorging on ornamental mesh;
The flesh is gritty and unduly ripened    
Staining red, the dry riverbed    
The rapture is ostensibly lurid    
   
Reduced to the mourned, scattered anguish  
befouled beneath a raven’s claw    
The vagabond has evanesced    
In the morrow, the raven sighs    
   
Time sprawls coherently in wait