Where Crows Never Caw
In demonic stare she sighs and writhes
Alluring like honey to take their lives
Attraction so dark, even crows never caw
This Gothic she, beyond the lights law
With out stretched arms invited they be
From the darkest light they come through the trees
The flutter of silk wings in crimsoned red
She pouts her face no fear she dreads
Her followers in accomplish, in taste of blood
Returning to she, now in redded flood
Angels of her dark in skeletal trees they stare
Where crows never caw, for they dare not dare
A new dawn now arises, as she quietly lays
Awaiting the return of the full moons display
Once again she'll sigh and writhe, in demonic stare
For she awaits the light, and the innocents share
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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