Legend In a Raven's Wing

there's legend in a raven's wing, as silence waits in painted flowers, thunder rolls in separate rhythm, but flame observes the day, as acceptance snuck behind hushed voices, terror tacked into a bay, a thousand pitfalls await a child, crumble dry feet made of clay, mercy takes a world for granted, while the move unveils the base, if cloth dictates the tailor's cut, then abstract lurks one floor above, as rum and neglect set the house alight, enigma woke a sleeping star, roar the world and hum the wind, the dark is never far, run in flowing dusted light, as love stands up on someone else's legs, memory bids farewell to mind, as all of life becomes a foreign land, from the brume a poet's breath, these chemicals of sin, grasp the simple and be wise, from idle prose to foolish grins...