A Dual With The Raven

Written by: sidewalker 1

STAND At the spiraling raven hour, At the twilight brink of being. A last dual, she bids. Assured and slender as the moment, The clutch of time in her callous grip. Afore her, primordial souls boil and rise, in the fog of forgetting, in the void of vanquished knowing. GAZE Into her sapphire pools of temptation, Into the sibylline face of fatality. Cumulous ruminations dispirit the sky, Shiver redemption's luminescence. FIRE Into the nebulous of night, Into the abyss of life's becoming. In mortality's slipping seconds, A silent burning breath... OUT-DRAWN * By Scott Ree * For Constance ~ A Rambling Poet's "Among The Dead" members contest