Path of the Raven
It spoke the words nevermore,
it shook me to my very core
there I sat on my floor
a lonely weary man.
Something almost bleak
never did it speak
few words muttered from its beak
nevermore versed in spam
Was it from the nightly shore
it disturbed me even more
black feathers were the dress it wore
imagine if you can.
I feel as if I'm insane
now the devil knows my name
and it must know of my blame
the powers in its hand.
Now my thoughts must align
my conscience I shove aside
create yet another lie
I keep it inside my head.
I yell and scream to go away
this bird decides to stay
no vow of peace it does convey
from where my path has led.
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