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The Raven King

The raven-king flew down corridors, golden halls
malice and human words in its most grievous calls
heartaches, greater than any Shakespearean play
not man's weakness, his devilishly wicked ways.

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays.
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays.

Golden halls filled with trophies and bloodshot dead eyes
echoes ring out muffled laughter, sombering cries
ancient books, spells- odors of witches brew
all well stored for the ill-fated, unlucky few.

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays.
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays.

Feasts set for tyrants, dead-kings that murdered at will
bloodlaced wine to swallow with unrepentent swill,
blackness baked within dark pastries and swollen pies
windows opened to view ashen colored skies.

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays.
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays.

Each banquet, Poe introduces his newest tale
to please the raven-king and his words never fail
within his sorrows, whispers of Annabelle Lee
melding with his chain's soft rattles, words- "she is free".

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays.
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays.

R.J. Lindley, 
March 19th, 1978
( When A Dark Dream Cometh )

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