The Raven’s Wing
Black as the raven’s wing,
Sharpened eyes do bind,
And search the soul with steeled claws,
the hidden lies behind.
Seized and torn from ravaged roots,
snatched by reddened maw,
the twisted, shattered, pallid forms,
writhe in crimson jaws.
Red drips the ragged shapes,
stains that may not hide,
frame the anguished night with death,
no solace shall there bide.
KimB Jan 2000
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