Raven
BY JESSICA MCKENDRY
It all was a raven,
Black as the sky,
And shapes became their shadows.
Following phantoms
That never quite die,
Wait for the sun at the windows.
When stars break the silence,
Like stones break glass,
The hearts and souls are unbound.
Chasing the roses,
That prick as you pass,
The beautiful flowers can wound.
And it was a raven,
Cold as the eyes
That blindly let it all fall,
Forget the roses,
Those dark little lies,
But I will remember it all.
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