The Raven: A Date with Death

The Raven: A Date with Death I danced a date a date with Death. He sat me down for tea. In the darkness sat the swirl of infinity. The ringlets 'round his brow did stain the spirits evermore. 'Where do you hail?' he asked in disdain. 'I come from nowhere, yet anywhere, and I'll go there all again.' Death looked displeased, forlorn. He longed to take another soul. But my muse is cloaked in folklore. Stories guide me home. I was bound to Earth, you see. Another just as old. Another soul as wise as mine. As clever, as bold. But sharp ones poison, wither, drown. Another soul lost evermore. She's still broken, this soul of mine. Every hour, every tick and click. Cracked, split, broken. Never to be healed. My love does not belong behind closed glass or hidden in song. But I fear I've lost, my muse is drowned. By waves of sea, so mote it be. Until home she stays. From stolen glances and parting gaze. Just beyond the violet haze.