This poem is dedicated to another great poet Casarah Nance.
I flew alone in the white winter night Cold winds and ice deep within my weary fright In the night my mind in the darkest of dark Death was close, close to my lonely heart The tomb at the ready Even falling apart Some would say this is fine art Or better yet Art at his finest… Wrapped in winters black roped plaque All I wanted was to lie down and rest In peace and upon a widows breast For then we could know each other Pains shared, blood expressed Oh Cassandra You are an angel divine Winters mist and love sublime Umbrellas to shield us from our earthly fears Of natures whims and weather so ghastly grim I turn my head, staring into the past Your breasts of life make me gaze on back When I was the raven Flying noble and high Now all I see are empty dark skies
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