Wisdom of a raving lunatic..

A Raven watches all 

For each angel a Raven, 

For each man an angel, 

For each man a Raven! 

An evening walk. 

I the garden lies forbidden fruit, 

Behind pastures where ghouls lightly sleep. 

Through valleys the labrynth turns,, 

Twisting through ages in time, forbidding wanton feet 

From wandering the timeless retreat. 

Towers as surreal as dreams proudly proclaim 

Defiant truths to the thin air of terrifying heights, 

Carrying contemplating minds upward 

To the great and fiery infinities of imagination. 

Pastel colored memories welcome us 

To familiar lands, the very terrain of dreams. 

Dreams ripen, dreams rot 

And what remains is our lot? 

The valley of crosses it bears your name 

For everyonce you have died and thence been born again. 

In icy caverns flames burn throwing shadow 

Like soot upon the wall. Your hair 

Like cobwebs, your fleshless face screaming 

" Is this all, is this all we came for?" 

We've seen all the ancient altars, we've seen 

Stars turn their magnificent arcs, Infinities 

At the corners of lifeless eyes blinded 

By these dark roads that promised light 

And we've dreamt the dream that broke 

Into our consciousness like streams of continuity 

Fostering the madness, tempting us toward darker corners. 

I burn these books tonight, these rabid books 

That still amell of promises, still tempt the embers 

To burn brighter, like fallen stars on ashen earth. 

A new God has risen, A new God has fallen, 

Robed like priets we drink of the fountain 

And save our liveries for the sultry evenings 

When logic has fallen apart and we stare 

Like raven with broken wings into the abyss 

Of being. Tortured imagination seeks 

Lost in a dream of its own making. 

Seeking the semblances amidst those brocades 

Of truth lined up at shop windows. 

Is it too much to yearn, too much to turn around