Raven's Dark Dream
RAVEN’S DARK DREAM
She layed down and began to dream of death.
She felt the demon of souls very hot breath.
My crown of beauty was black as the night.
The demon of souls was my deepest fright.
Standing there with a gun in her hand.
Wondering how she got to this dead land.
Tombstones buried in the smoking ground.
In the sky flying buzzard's all around.
When she awoke from her dream she was scarred.
Cause she didn't just dream she had a nightmare.
Teresa Skyles
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