A love poem filtered through Poe inspired imagery |
Nevermore Flying under radars, Rooks Swooped low on chamber doors Queuing up for rain checks, looks Time counted, glanced in scores Counting crows on ley lines long On chakra points, we play It's murder when the soul pines strong Gleaned trinkets from the day Such slivers, silver linings Gathered, weaved through nests Magpies wrapped in shinings We strive to leave our best Playing in veneers Praying in our shells In clouds we hide our fears In nests we've made ourselves Lined with bright things taken Hoping they're enough For all the things forsaken To keep the interest up Through lured innovations, to let the right ones in, To gain the invitations, to other's nests... within In shiny things so lathered So vulnerable, exposed Despite the bright things gathered Some Jackdaws remain closed With ravens stoic, stooping Rapping, tapping for Lenore In chambers closed, and looping Stooping at a sealed door Alas, some doors don't open Some eyries are too high With fears left unspoken, and wings that just won't fly Steeled for another night Alone outside the door in the dark, bereft of flight Craved. Craven... Nevermore |