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
