Aline darkness with silver and black
Allow these dark thoughts to sliver back
Inside the crown of delicate decaying feathers
A crown made for flight weighs me down
Heavy is the crown that holds the thoughts I drown
Ravens defend their home from the vultures overhead
A crown of ravens, only murder can lay in that bed
Lay down their wings to covet my ears and eyes
Grey washes over the once benevolent clear skies
Their obsidian claws diligently dig deep into thy soul
Black words drip from the brain to pen to make me whole
Cloaked in black, leading an army of murder to cleanse thy heart
Accused the ravens of breeding doubt, feigning tearing joy apart
Clairvoyance upon thy eyes shows me they only tore out the cursed part
No longer a slave to the abyss, the crown still silver and bold
Taught thyself a lesson I won't forget even when grey and old
A king of ravens is a master of the darkness within his own soul
The onyx raven's that form thy crown will never go weak or dull
Now my thoughts fly freely as predators in the night
Protect thy kingdom from frights my obsidian knights
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
