Raven
Angels may fly to celestial
heights
Of glorious colors mostly
whites
But ravens, dark and grim
Are merely shades and shadows
of Him
Tall Scarecrow talk of living
hell
Of all of the intricate
moments tell
Raven
Nevermore only for the poor?
Poe some moral whore
But who am I to count the score?
Jesus & Jesus alone
Pick the meat from the bone
Dark wings, lice stings, see
what tomorrow brings
Blessings from the King of
Kings
Fly Raven fly, fly and cry, cry
Raven cry, fly
Heaven is low
But don’t you know
Heaven is low
I suggest Poet To The Poor to find more of the same. But here are the books.
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