The Raven

Loathe The Raven Flying around and caws at thy Landing on head stones that shine blissfully Decimating the realm of tranquility Black feathers that repel the light of GOD Darkness follows the Raven Wherever he may roams I dislike writing about him in my poems Loathe The Raven Being so bold Not being shooed away as he was told Circling above you can get so old Bearing down and weakening ones soul Only to be known as Darkened Soul Loathe The Raven As he is cold Stare into his eyes of darkness And you will be told Loathe The Raven Bestowed as the angel of death I am told Lingers wherever he goes 5/20/16