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The Raven, Sequel - Part 1

Part 1 - A raven alone, ravaging around in the darkness..... 

i.

Ultimately aware, suspense is such, though truly I am sensing,

something dark diverting mind withdrawn, the silence muttered,

since melancholy holds suspicion where to probe now prodding

conscience, bearing likelihood to regain an imaginative murmur,

simulating facts begin, traumatic err significant more murmur

whose sigh, did reach it firmer.


ii.

Will it disclose all wanton fact, since who's to believe the inevitable 

would be playing dead, instead, being near would insist to portray

Me of course, despairing how distraught you are, shows nodding,

includes who's prodding who, if it were I then, Corvus muttered?

ancients merely Thracian, lying there for ages, as nothing muttered,

it may have course, had uttered!


iii.

Sought to thinking, I aught may sustain lifting, instead of panic,

did misread your fright,  I leant towards you, not to squander, 

though considered not to wander since crows retain to gaping 

at the perils associated with delving icy stares who had uttered

nothing to portray, looked around, to gaze myself, who uttered

a murder of them, had cluttered.


iv.

Sanctuary my friend, yourself mobility, it shows you are without ,

"Crows", said he, Or if you know, it's a naturally smooth wait,

FATE, it would leer at you to suggest where you are, it's no less

than what dislodges you, stagnate, agnate besides has loitered,

rain or wind, to deride the raven's welcome, had noise loitered, --

to observe you, rightly tortured?


v.

You stare transfixt, standing back to back, before what yearning,

seems, to what must now linger on, with several steps to adjust;

turn around, first entrust that having woken, my other half, finds

respect is due, your name is half a token share to stow beware,

a stern beguile, if still enclosed then trauma of what is to beware! --

if fortunate to please, if to prepare.


vi.

If unaware to yearning has no knowledge of being so battered,

it appears you've picked up upon yourself indulgence seeking,

"Solely," share with no-one, should it assist your whereabouts?

Trust would insist you upright your stance on thinking, feathered -

perhaps you are featured in as much hardened, being feathered;--

it shows a somewhat eerie weathered!" --


vii.

Cling on proclaiming what is utterly wrong with someone blaming

the raven, who had leapt out at you, has upon settling, is without

forgetting those who've browsed their suspicions, a matter of fact

would need to  impact upon their part in seething what is tethered,

accusing black denouement as to whether both have been tethered,

freedom to ask if life's too revered!


viii.

Allegedly accepting fate, believing what did stature know of,

what of late did knowing death  request I do, if to understand

how underhand would gaze and grip on who is smitten here,

to  meet so nice a foe, indemnity between living and loving,

forgiveness aids perception, to whom it learns from loving

whilst grey leads black with gentle shoving.


ix.

I'd half managed the unsightly gain of saying sir, "how politely",

you have lifted your sighs beyond a means to defeat your allies,

mine perhaps relying  on that  raven, saving my life from being

dull or drab, you will find this, you are being proud and upright

about life or death, remain to be breathing, and it seems upright, 

share a craven's nightmare to mean uptight.

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