Let out your pained mew
Under honeysuckle dew
in dusk amber suns, ebony hue
do you think we might?
Now the skies are not so blue
Where wonderland wild who
in love and in anger, merrily said I do
Now do you think that is right?
Gold nights are young
and the honeysuckle dew, sweet on my tongue
Symphony of the stars is done
And so the ravens take to the sky
In their kingdom, how the ravens sung
Played a game of polka, it's all fun
but they cheated the bees, they were stung
Now would they put up a fight?
Waking beneath the bleeding sun, maroon skies
The ravens flew over their fortress of lies
Honeysuckle climbed up its walls, wonderland’s distant cries
In the whistling wind, they flow in lonely flight
The ravens flew away, the night did defy
How anger howled, ushering a good bye
and the sky was washed white, a silent sigh
The last bird blinked, letting in the light.
(18th April 2013)
