by Jeremy Wayne Couch
The raven and the whale
sing in voices of despair
The live in private Hells
one of water, the other air
The raven soars through skies of blue
crying his sorrow aloud
He cries for someone he once knew
but lost among the clouds
The whale fell down a wishing well
Now he's afraid he'll drown
He owns a kingdom in a paper cup
but no one bows to a copper crown
You offered me an apple
leading me to temptation
I could not resist taking a bite
tasting sweet infatuation
You left the garden, but not my dreams
living in th epast I can't forget
Your apple has left the bitter aftertaste
of too many memories to regret
I, the raven, and the whale
sing in voices of despair
We gave our hearts to the Queen of Hell
who simply doesn't care