The Raven’s Last Call.

The Raven’s Last Call.

Do you know what it’s like for the raven to speak?

The one who’s really locked in confusion

at what you thought was your peak.

Do you know what it’s like to be awoken at dawn

to have the questions be asked of why you came

and to have your blood drawn?

We clam up in confusion and despondent discord;

for the ones that came before us

were at their own mercy and were dreadfully bored.

Do you know what it’s like to have shackles in two?

They split into one if you know what is true.

Do you know what’s it’s like to sit amongst the dead?

The pill poppers and the drug haulers, all headed for bed.

Do you know what it’s like to share a room with someone unknown?

The burning questions and the answers that you face all alone.

Do you know what’s it’s like to sit in solitary confinement?

It’s a good sign to the boss and it’s for his pure enjoyment.

Do you know what’s it like to be misunderstood?

Not the would have, could have but should’s.

The raven’s last dance is one of seduction

for you’ve been betrayed by his shape-shift call,

the one that sung out in solitude, plotting your fall.

This was the moment of your demise –

the one where he sees his manipulative schemes

shaped before him in a heart wrenching scene –

the one where he finally breaks your fall and answers your cries.

You believes in his tales of twisted truths,

the ones that tell you you’re a master

and that you’ve got nothing to lose.

You fall at his stride

and he catches you for the last time,

you have completely succumb

to his wicked rhythm and rhyme.

He’s too late to beg

for her forgiveness,

the thunder rolled in

and there’s no one to witness.

The rain soaks his feathers

and mats your hair,

what used to be a formidable duo

and an whimsical pair.

He came back as a friend

and enticed you to follow,

the eyes of his skull,

so bleak and so hollow.

With a dark and sinister edge,

a well-timed tragedy

and a forever pledge

to be by your side

with claws dug in,

to tell you that you’ve lied

to yourself and to ones that you follow,

my eyes speak of twisted truths,

so deep-set and so hollow.

You shook your head and finally gave in

to the road of the straight,

where death doesn’t linger

before it’s too late.


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