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Gabe V. Poem
Raven, flying through the night
bringer of everlasting rest
against his word you must not fight
Works for the one who takes the light
the one who knows what time is best
raven, flying through the night
For although his words may bite
to you he flew from his nest
against his word you must not fight
Through his master's strong might
he can speak to the smallest pest
raven, flying through the night
His master sends him to the site
and though you think I jest
against his word you must not fight
While I sit here, this I write
he is perched on my shoulder cawing with zest
raven, flying through the night
against his word I must not fight
Copyright © Gabe V. | Year Posted 2014
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Gabe V. Poem
Upon the hilltop darkened deep
Sat a house in fitful sleep
They sat and watched, and no sound came
From the two in their fame
The first one spoke, sollem and still
"Look at them. Useless. Let me kill.
It will be quick and free of pain,
and on their beds they will be lain."
The other said, "I'll be the one
to make sure they don't see the sun.
I have been here, usless so long.
I'll make them fear me and my song."
A third voice, saying, "Panic and pain,
Pretty names, but you're both insane.
For I am Death, they fear my name
And you two must do the same."
With an ice cold touch, the two both fell.
Just as the clock struck it's bell
One , two, all the way to twelve
And all was silent, nevermore to delve
So if you feel an ice cold breath
Your time is near, can't hide from death
For you met the raven, Death's personal servant
You will die soon, though your prayers be fervent
So take heed and take warning
It may come at eve or moning
But come it may and come it must
For though death isn't fair,death is just
Nobody knows when their time will come
But know this now, what's done is done
The door is closed, you can't go back
Your death will come, and all will be black
And you will know, nevermore.
Copyright © Gabe V. | Year Posted 2015
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