The White Raven Preaches Poem by Nyx C Styx

we will never get to the top
the ink will never be enough
to write all we want to say
this mechanical hand
is too too rusted
only ink makes it whir
whir whir

the white raven preaches tonight
he will stop looking for love
and the second of his surrender
she arrives, clear as the distinction.
a boundary of sky
of black blue bleeding into one another
as the night bleeds into the day

he always looks at her blinded
by both her darkness and light
like holding the sun in one eye
and the moon in another


you have tainted his sweet sleep
as you steep into his dreams
till you leave your forever mark
on the tea cup, that never washes off

the mirror offers him your face instead of his own
you are the skin he is yet to have
a familiar unfamiliarity
he will bleed out those fingers
sanding your roughest patches
till you are soft once again
aware you are the rust that taints
and stains teeth once its kissed


the white raven preaches tonight
your tongue always tastes like metal
eating pennies
you have found him
on the other side of the coin
between you is the copper
will the fire between you ever be
enough to melt it down?
too many copper pennies
have been tossed to fountains
to put out those flames

We will never reach the top
and the ink is never enough
and if it was
the ink eventually fades
what was felt as blood one day
will be the memory of it tomorrow
and a stain the day after

We are the forever wanderers
We are the plague and we hide
in our outward skin
let us wear ourselves inside out


The white raven preaches tonight
I do not want wind if it cannot upset
every single hair on my head to dance
leave but one unmoved and I
am unmoved
The curl of his hair that he tucks
behind his ear
I shall build my kingdom there