Liie a Raven Dead And Falling

Love gone so wrong it stinks

 

Like a curse from a voodoo queen,

 

That lingers in a graveyard rare

 

I felt the chill of desperation

 

To the bone of my lost love caring

 

I fought the fight of all despairing

 

It seems so futile to try and remember

 

The thing we called

our love.

 

It has a lineage of disaster

 

Linked with all kinds of dreary laughter

I fought the fight to end my pain.
I was over run by your domain.

In the end it feels like winter.

Cursed with carnage and a splinter.
I feel the dread of night calling.
Like a black raven dead and  falling.
To the graveyard of our love.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Falcon1]

Interesting title drawn me in and your poem meaning they did sing

I feel the dread of night calling
Like a black raven dead and falling
To the graveyard of our love

Deep down I know this is good poetry.