Edger
Date: Monday, 16th April 2018 @ 06:37:35 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Durango
Wings of blackened thread
Flanks the ravens weary head,
To soar the sea of night/'/s allure
Without the gale of day/'/s demure.
His flight will cast a spell
On souls asleep inside their shell,
Fantastic terrors play the night along,
And sing their dirge of bleak December song.
The purple curtains hide the crying moon,
That once sang down a placid tune,
A tapping on the rusty chamber door
Echoes through the halls of ancient lore.
The raven/'/s flight slips past the gleam of dawn
And stays inside the night to dream along.
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