As black as night in day,
As all that fell down past,
A Raven soul came galloping upon my broken path.
Never did I want so much
that Ravens hard stone face,
A light deep founded in his eyes
enclosed around my space.
A love so understated, I hardly caught my breath,
I will be lifted and encaptured to my very death.
And have you ever heard,
That Ravens have no soul?
They are a black coal messenger
That do for Satan toil.
Deep inside there is a knowledge,
that only I do love.
My Raven has a pearl strung soul,
He is a Holy Dove.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
As black as night in day,
As all that fell down past,
A Raven soul came galloping upon my broken path.
Never did I want so much
that Ravens hard stone face,
A light deep founded in his eyes
enclosed around my space.
A love so understated, I hardly caught my breath,
I will be lifted and encaptured to my very death.
And have you ever heard,
That Ravens have no soul?
They are a black coal messenger
That do for Satan toil.
Deep inside there is a knowledge,
that only I do love.
My Raven has a pearl strung soul,
He is a Holy Dove.
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