Crow

Why has the love gone in shreds, A mayhem curse. Invited birds of the night on my pad, A wild man's pet. She flaunts her feathers in his sleep, A sacred spell on damning dreams. Tucks her wings and flaunts her wig. She would soon weep as she feeds, On every piece till he bleeds Disregard his celebrated medallion pads.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/1/2025 9:54:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Bonnie Jennings

Date: 6/7/2016 9:29:00 AM

This is quite interesting and I read that you have hidden your secrets with a veil to be read by one who can interpret it's truths... Nicely penned... I love mysterious "Poe" like poems