WHEN RAVENS CIRCLEA Poem by jeannemarie coultertouched by deathWHEN RAVENS CIRCLE when ravens circle in graveyards dark, disturbed spirits slip from the ground to wander shrouded by cold eternity wind, and, the living hesitate to enter, do not wish to share the bleak paths made by those not resting in peace, each of the living, wondering if one of the lost ones who shamble alone was a friend, an acquaintance, when he walked the earth in solid form, wonder, if they failed a friend in passing, do they owe one restless unhappy soul some debt of honor, do the black winged ones know and could they answer or do they call ”lost all, lost now” when ravens circle in graveyards dark... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterReviews
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