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Raven of Beauty
Sorrow in the ravens wings, the empty walls shall bring not,
the shelter you wish it brings.
Color of crimson and black,
Necromancy, the epitome of itself ne’er see’s the light.
Grace that soars through these dreary, dreary days;
Searches for friends of old death will take upon the mold.
Green fields it soared by long ago, now pallid with disgrace
Whisper through the skies,
quietly,
waiting; what for!?, she shall be lonely throughout her days
Sorrow in her wings, with all the acrid of the world;
In these dreary, dreary days
the shelter you wish it brings.
Color of crimson and black,
Necromancy, the epitome of itself ne’er see’s the light.
Grace that soars through these dreary, dreary days;
Searches for friends of old death will take upon the mold.
Green fields it soared by long ago, now pallid with disgrace
Whisper through the skies,
quietly,
waiting; what for!?, she shall be lonely throughout her days
Sorrow in her wings, with all the acrid of the world;
In these dreary, dreary days
Published 12th Sep 2012
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12th Sep 2012 11:29pm
Very interesting. I really enjoyed reading this. It kept me on my seat. Awsome!!!!!!
14th Sep 2012 3:00am
