desolate
By tristessa
desolate as the raven's song the brooding wayfarer cleaveth his soul for his eyes weep with the willows when he sees the Mother's demise for he knows love's lost, forsaken to the legions of weary and cold. he ascends to the eternal mountains for sorrows suffered and joys to come. desolate as the raven's song he casts down his scythes and tears for amphoras of sweet wines and memories. as the crosses of yesterday splinter, and a pensive sky cries in the dark, and tremulous euphonies fall silent, for all beauty and melody's faded, so the foreshadowed end shall come desolate as the raven's song. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 08:53 AM PST 10 • 0
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"desolate as the raven's song..."