If one likes to keep hopelessness
and defeat in a wallet in their pocket
and whom seek comfort from the Raven rather than an Angel
I cannot help but wonder
...
Oh, nine spheres of wonder
how beautiful you shine
lighting my heart
when I look up at night's sky
...
I can't believe one man decides my fate
choosing how it's done
a moustache perfectly formed on his top lip
...
I am my very own published book
well, aren't you?
I mean, there's
...
And as I ponder
on exactly what my next poem will be?
I reflect on the very moment
my muse takes hold of my precious pen
...
Beware, beware
they're hiding everywhere
some are pretty some are grand
some are green
...
My Raven's back
tonight he stayed
he stayed with me
through my dismay
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