Raven's
Scar.
The
hullabaloo of time,
frosted
by winds combined,
held
the devil of sublime,
where
my own tongue
was
tested by rhyme.
Calling
from afar the age,
wanted
only a rightful gage,
to
know the ways of he
a
lowly peaceful sage,
nothing
greater of less rage.
Winds
come blowing sole-fully,
unto
all, especially he,
whom
wanted nothing selfishly
except
to stare across the sea,
above
the placid scar,
sat
fondly he and she...
Power
of the sun in sky,
to
build the love and quantify,
what
he beheld of hazel eye,
where
she became his jewel
that
never ever more
could
die.
Holding
love within this heart,
Raven's
craw, his nerves did start,
balanced
on the ridge in part,
blown
the cobwebs far apart,
when
tears ran off his
face
for art.
Deafened
as he fell below,
old
the fate he'd never know,
duty
to life the debt he'd owe,
rewards
of evil deeds that sow,
golden
rays became of he,
where
an angel's wings
broke
the afterglow...
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