The Crow
Echoes in the deepened distance,
Still the voices chatter.
Taken by the wind you were,
And stood the moonlight shattered.
Forever the cold night's blessed call,
And dreams were but forgotten.
I could not find your empty eyes,
So still you lie begotten.
The shadows all but mark the end,
And in the dark it settles.
Murmuring now away from you,
A dance through midnight meadows.
Whispers now are all but black,
And our innocence stands fleeting.
The crow has come to seize the day,
And still we are but dreaming...
Copyright © Nick Ruffolo | Year Posted 2016
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