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Aaron the Moor
A Poem by
The Raven King
A Metal song in homage to the Greatest Shakesperean Villian of All Time.
The stone doesn't fall far from the riot police
A Poem by
The Raven King
This is a quick poem I wrote for a dear friend who is an avid activist and is having her first child.
My soul mate
A Poem by
The Raven King
My soul mate is the sweetest thing she always holds me tight she keeps the nightmares far away and brings me to the light she whispers softly in m..
Exit stage Left
A Poem by
The Raven King
Hope has lost its youthful gait eternal spring departed Once it would pace eager on the side stage waiting for that damned Prima Donna, Despa..
not to be noticed
A Poem by
The Raven King
my pain is so little and not to be noticed again I sit with my back bent over pen and paper trying to contemplate my way out of my paper bag fate b..
Demeaning of Life
A Poem by
The Raven King
there was a boy a very sad and lonely boy he had dark eyes too worn for youth he could look into hearts with those eyes ..
Whatsername?
A Poem by
The Raven King
She spit when she talked like some drugged oracle spouting riddle riddled prophesies she was a woman with more opinions than sense and she obviousl..
The Beaten One
A Poem by
The Raven King
When walking in a field one day I found a man half dead and the condition of his beaten body filled my mind with dread His face was red and swolle..
Memoirs of Hades, God of the Underworld Part I
A Story by
The Raven King
I hear Cerberus growl low in the distance, keeping the new herd in order as they travel from the banks of the river Styx to the eternally open welcomi..
soul hate
A Poem by
The Raven King
she waivers in my mind my own personal mirage shifting sand i need sea legs for this dance i've looked for that mischevious smile hiding imper..
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