Scared, timid, silent, sound it
had no more,
Rough and dead, its breath seem
to fade,
Flesh darkened, ripped apart from the soul,
Cover the portions of my love,
The Raven pleaded for its dying
soul.
I use to hear it sing in the Sun,
Under my porch it sat, glad ‘twas
to sing until the sunset,
Eager I waited each day to
listen to its tune,
My heart ached that day when I was
sitting all alone,
That silent afternoon!
That abnormal silence crept and
swept my porch,
I saw no Raven, nor no music and
trill,
Cold numbness laid with me,
within me in despair,
That afternoon seemed endless,
with spear in its hand,
No word, no sound was in the
air.
The Raven’s sound settled deep,
deep in my pores,
When I oozed tears, and gave
the last con amore,
I boxed the Raven deep within,
For eyes to see, nor for ears
to hear no more,
The Raven once trill and
melodies breathe no more!