A Letter from the Ravens

after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe We understand you Poe, You saw the world through a darkened lense-- The passions you sought were from a spring that was filled with pleasures most twee--- One's sorrow is uniquely painful from another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is worse to come-- That is not true Poe for the Ravens who know you won't let you love alone-- No one is there to prepare you from the storm of grief --But, the Ravens here wish to bring you the joy of a little peace-- the buzz of a bumblebee, the soft hills that surround the cliffs of the mountain-- the light patter of rain before a downpour so mighty-- Poe forget not, after the trees have shed their leaves and a silver glow fills the sky-- the dawn of spring lurks 'round the corner too-- with its lighter rays that look so ancient and cool-- The murder says the blue you see is merely a coating of deceit --- To hide our clouds and the thunder that shakes us-- Don't worry about the cloud-- For the demon in your view was but an angel in another form.