| Night time comes to me, with a blanket of silver moonlight to wrap me in. So comforting, it takes me away from the world. Away from the hate that's killing me inside. Fly me on raven's wings, to where Morpheus reigns supreme. A throne of bone and dreams weave a web of intricate shadows that caress teh ivory of his skin. I could love the Master of Enchantments, he rescued me from all that does harm. I sit by his feet, in his shadow cast by the orb that entices all poets. Behold, he weeps! Icy tears soundlessly stain his skin... he forgets my presence; he must. Silence hangs heavy, like the cloak that drapes upon his form. His eyes meet mine and I drown in his hopelessness. In the utter desolation. I die there, clinging to his feet, cradled in his eyes, in the only place I didn't long for my wings of raven. -end (Feb 11 2002) |
| Raven |