The Raven

The Raven

 

 

The Raven,

With her eyes of cold fire,

And her scarlet lips,

Watches me,

Ever waiting.

 

She knows my heart,

My soul,

She knows of my past,

And the Demons I’ve fought.

She knows me as she knows herself,

Perhaps even more so.

 

It scares me,

The intensity that the raven cares for me,

Perhaps even loves me,

This hell-sent angel,

Has sought me out,

And she waits,

As she watches,

Searching through the cracks for the moment to appear,

In all the grim despair,

That she could ever bring.

 

She fights with my demons,

Her lips of thunder booming,

As her voice climbs above the roar.

She fights for my life,

She fights to be the one in control,

She wants to possess me,

And I fear for my life,

As she may very well already have me.

 

In the dim, cold light of dawn,

The waking world opens their eyes to the light,

But no light reaches my soul,

For watches me,

Evermore,

The Raven girl,

With her eyes of cold fire,

And lips of thunder,

Has won control.

 

She whispers in my ear,

Of her love and of her joy,

And it makes me grow cynical and old,

As her dark, possessive love takes control.

 

The Raven,

Is ever present,

Her ivory white skin,

Naked between my bed sheets,

She waits and watches,

For me to lose control,

Evermore.

 

Time passes,

And I quickly become ignorant,

Of right and wrong,

All I know is The Raven,

With her eyes of cold fire,

And her lips of thunder.

With her warm, ivory skin,

And cold, dark soul.

 

She is all I know,

I know her better than myself,

She pushed the demons back,

and took full control.

Her love was her motive,

And now it is mine,

As I get lost in the sheets of my bed,

With her warm skin of ivory white.

Author's Note

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