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Written: May 13, 2025, for contest by  Robert James Liguori 

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On the golden steed, dreams catch flight,
In the sunny flame, rings of final sigh ignite.  
A pale horse and rider fit through the haze,
Echoes of silence amid the shadow maze.

A raven melody on the burial ground,
Listen to the spooky melody where souls abound.  
No sights emerge from Earth's frigid embrace,
Wind slashes across ashes in an endless chase.

However, haunting tunes excite my soul,
Your voice is an echo, drawing me whole.  
Beyond life's veil, we interact with grace,
With God on our side, age shields its face.

I trek into the freezing mist in quest of light,
Mourning darkness hugs humanity tight.  
 Sunless days drag back dreams of the dead,
 Demons sans souls laugh in mindless stead.

Focus on the raven call and pray for Earth's life,
Must humans explain everything for throe strife
Find a wayward child and follow the wild north,
Fear the black raven and adhere to the wise forth.

He spent an obedient portion of his life on Earth,
Dancing to the sound of the elderly man's mirth.
The dread felt by those who bear an oath,
In the text, he authored the screenplay for loath.

Be honest and ask them the right requests,
 An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
 Despite the events, lives have come to a halt,
 Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.

I hear all waking dads crying as a crow flies distort,
Life of the firstborn of mankind will be cut short.
Cruelly facing risk is the panacea for each dilemma,
As we hold in nonviolence, some are clear to edema.

Every man's heart from the dawn of time,
Having to live with seduction and crime.
Ascending in the valley of demise, shadow,
Knowing that I will bear my final air arrow.

Embrace the Valley of Death with dignity,
Despite the effects, we will act with divinity.
Join me as I lead you into the depths of death,
Yield me your soul and I will sip my last breath.

O, be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
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