The Raven, the Crow, and the Dead Poet

Circling above on a sun shiny day The raven twirls within his dreams Of horrors soon to be inflicted Soaring in the skies The Preacher reads from the holy book Collections duly collected on chanted psalms The raven above with a sinister smile He knew god’s plate was not full enough Dark clouds from the east flew with the wind Under the ravens command As lightening struck the village steeple Fire and brimstone, hell on earth Humans who once lived by their daily bread Became the bread of crows Telegraph poles free to weep the news As the crows feasted on the burnt flesh of our sins The ravens’ heart pleased to share his torment Amongst the brethren of feathered dark angels The greed of humans shall be ridden of this earth Crooned the raven under the spotlight of the devils moon All were dead, the children too All but one lone poet, so it seemed Arms outstretched, clasping at pen and ink Dying, dying to tell this black tale Now, in tranquility, lies the village graveyard Somber, quiet, flowers cover the horrors Of that unholy day, of the ravens sins His laughter echoes, echoes the pain It is said, in the heat of summer nights Crows sing and dance As they feast on the remains Of us, all of us, poets and all Beside the village in the swamp On that a very somber twisted day An alligator lazed upon the shores She, the only witness, to this feathered fiendish crime In stealth she watched, scales of justice A billion years of Gods creation She slithered towards the stench of death Teeth primed for an easy meal A baby, oh so small, shivering in a fog of illusions Looked into the eyes of the raven above She saw that hell may very well come from above, not below She resigned her baby cries to eternity, momma dead and gone The alligator, teeth sharpened by natures instinct Darted forth, and jaws stretched, swallows the baby whole Slithering back towards the swamps shadows The raven provided this nights’ meals gratuit She spit out the baby, and licked her cheeks Providing both substance and loving warmth Hell may live above Mercy and compassion may come from the swamp High in the sky The Raven Lost this little one The Butterfly smiled