Intuitive Self
The raven's eye turned to dust
Foreseen sight remained in lust
Wings now broken beyond repair
He's now destined for despair
The flock is mocking his new found shame
He knows not that he's to blame
Cursing the night that took his sight
While walking towards the healing light
R.K.H
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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