Ravens Past

He awoke to the sounds of his alarm
Tedious sounds he heard bearing arms
Though gunshots blazing through his spine
The sounds of his are now yours and mine

His dead weighted arm hit the clock
The sounds disarmed for now it stopped
Back to war with his own prudence
Back to spar with the sounds of sense

Again the rat tat tat of the alarm
Played as though the taps of the army's song
The noise of never love to end the charm
Of escape from his cave beyond his own wrong

The alarm grew louder and more vicious than before
It spoke to him as if the Raven were in lore'
He could see Mr.Poe writing wills of the torn
As the ring of his lover fell from high above Heavens door

Rat tat tat, there is goes one more time
Rat tat tat, in its constant devil chime
Revealing my true wit as I laugh at the mourned
For now is the time the Raven is re-born

The alarm clock from my bed side table of sleep
Lay screaming a poetic ring in a forbidden beep
What once was a crow perched high on my door
Is now is never time as I sleep through Lenore

The black and white images of the lonely mans bird
Lay now in a rainbow as the dust wore down the third
For dimensions tell the tale of my dreams own lure
For dimensions tell the crow to die now in her slur

As she speaks to me again in the rat tat tat form
What was once perched high in her time now is in scorn
As she lays down low next to me in my bed
And her name is not Lenore but Mary Jane instead

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