The ravens awaken – bleeding like
words of black,
The Moon’s poetic speech fells upon
the snow,
Flowing like Styx - the damned river,
thick and slow.
Ravens break the stiff winds and break
the frozen prison’s lock.
They go through the untamed lands
When in chaos birthed are fetuses of
pale –
The stars; with their gaze the
blackness impale…
The ravens pour like timeless sands.
On enfolded horizons the white
coffin shifts
In an unholy altar where you
sacrifice mists.
The crypt of marble white awakens
the ravens,
Bleeding like words of black… oh,
the ravens!
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