Short Poems

Blackest curse, my darkest foe, The love of whom I never know, Requesting of the life from me, And I reply, 'I come to thee,' Icy chains bind me away Into the dark, miles from day, Thou, my friend, through death did save Me miles of walking to my grave. Sharp the blade and long the knife, Stealing away my cursed life, Thou art the answer to my call, Thou art most peaceful of them all, I take pleasure in thy hands holding back my heart From beating on forever, no stop which to start, Thou wilt be felt on my last breath, Thee of whom is the God of death. A glance out my window to inspire me Six coal ravens did I see A splendid fury in their cries, Smoldering ashes in their eyes Black as the devil, like diamonds they shine I found myself wishing such attire were mine.