Opera of the Raven
I fly
Blood flows like a river below
I dance
Scattered bones
I dance
Crows feast on dead souls
I dance
The moon becomes full
The night becomes a stage
The curtain drops
I sing
Capella from the chapel of the stars
Andante so they all die a slow painful death
Inert bodies pile under the stage
I fly away
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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