Unsaved
At midnight, awakened,
The ravens stir.
You thought it was a dream.
Ill-omened prophets,
Of the night, are they.
Flying through the realm
of your ominous mind.
Foraging, ungainly,
For the desire in your heart,
No longer to be found.
As you’ve already
Given in to the darkness.
Your breath begins to fade,
Death’s door unlocks and opens.
Now above you,
The ravens caw in vain.
Because of your doubt,
You lacked any faith.
You died with that doubt
And with a soul unsaved.
Copyright © Kimberly Roles | Year Posted 2005
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