Raven of Sorrow

         
Tie-dye sunsets turning doleful shades    
I, through these silken curtains gazed          
At the dreary forms displayed          
As shadows in a purple haze          
The lucid sky grows ever dimmer          
The Sun a weak and dying ember          
Cold winds set the trees ashiver          
In the twilight of December          
         
I sat and scowled in reverie          
Brooding on things that now shall never be          
It seems the fates, at last, have severed me          
From all my hopes and pleasant dreams          
         
Something deep within me stirred          
The remnants of a dream differed          
Echos of whispered murmured words          
Never to again be heard          
         
Volumes of forgotten lore          
Lay strewn out across my floor          
As i floated off to realms of sleep          
Where ebony winged demons creep          
         
Thoughts of her becloud my mind          
In my chambers thus confined          
And my loneliness combined          
With the side effects of wine          
Cause my mind to fabricate          
Illusions in my weary state          
         
Ravens shrieking in the dark          
Pecking at a bleeding heart          
Alas that tell tale heart is mine          
On which these ghastly ravens dine!          
         
And that still beating heart they tore          
Upon the grave of my lost Lenore          
Where she lay forever more          
the birds perch shrieking          
"NEVERMORE!"          
         
Awaking in cold sweat i shuddered          
Thinking i should have closed the shutters          
Then scarcely could a gasp I utter          
As through my window a black bird fluttered          
         
There it perched upon my  window pane          
There it stared in cold disdain          
Then rose the first rays of tomorrow          
And away flew the raven of my sorrows