The murk of swamps lies through the night
Weighing down on slate-blue wings
Raven cries in futile flight
Lifts his hopeless head and sings
Time and death, eternity
The afterlife, immortality
These are words that light a spark
These are the words that glow in the dark
This thought a depthless ocean floats
Of mute cries from many throats
The right weighed down by heavy wrong
Bodied in the raven song
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
The murk of swamps lies through the night
Weighing down on slate-blue wings
Raven cries in futile flight
Lifts his hopeless head and sings
Time and death, eternity
The afterlife, immortality
These are words that light a spark
These are the words that glow in the dark
This thought a depthless ocean floats
Of mute cries from many throats
The right weighed down by heavy wrong
Bodied in the raven song
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