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Where Ravens Cry
Where Ravens Cry
Beneath ancient boughs, where raptured ravens cry,
Our souls entwined, chilling winds around us creep.
The fragrance of midnight blossoms drifts nearby,
As dense fog enshrouds the glade in mystic sleep.
Every touch, spectral fire ignites the sky,
Like graves beneath the silver light, passions deep.
A moonlit serenade whispers through the trees,
Love’s dark melody carried upon the breeze.
Beneath the starlit sky, our bodies entwine,
In the shroud of a mystic mist, our hearts play.
Your eyes, like haunted sapphires, darkly shine,
And guide my love through the night’s bewitching sway.
Each passionate moan, a ghostly lovers sign,
An unholy union, our vows will betray.
A moonlit serenade singing through the leaves,
Like love’s dark melody borne upon the breeze.
Copyright ©
Edward Wraith
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