Confessions of a Raven

Black rains and dark skies
the nights are a curse
easier than waiting for the sun
is to fly over a dark hearse

They talk of death
wherever I go
and yet for all evil
there is very little I actually know!

In me, live the ghosts of the past
in, does darkness dwell
I’ll live through till the rains last
for in me, are the gates of hell….

2 thoughts on “Confessions of a Raven

  1. It matters not what
    To the heart and mind
    It matters not why
    To the soul and its kind
    Who knew that beneath the
    Darkness Inside
    Shines the light that sparkles
    When i close my eyes.

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