The Ravens'
The black ravens’ peer deep into the darkness;
Bracing upon cold marble and granite stone,
Beneath the ghostly moon's shadows in starkness.
Gray as gray, the ravens’ mock upon its groan
Absence of light and nostalgic clandestine.
Bleak night and nothing more wreathe the granite shrine.
9/28/2019
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