Two Worlds
The raven ponders its only hell,
the master arranges his new lapel--
trapped alone for so many weeks,
he turns to us all and speaks--
"Sleep no more my precious bird,
for I will tell you what I've heard--
the moon you caw at rules supreme,
as if in a dream--each astral beam."
An inferno embedded in each seam.
"Your beak--dark-- and blacker still,
Your wings--without--a cordial span,
Your talons--a--true deserving kill,
Your frozen--soul-- that opposes man."
An inferno embedded in each seam.
The devil wonders upon a perch--
darkness becomes its lighted church.
Where no mortal kneels to pray,
whatever shall this scoundrel say?
"Awaken no more my precious king,
the march of chaos is what I sing.
Guard your heart, and keep it near,
I am your nightmare--your greatest fear."
An inferno embedded in each seam,
bloodied feathers and a silent scream.
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