It claws through the vines of mad men's minds,
A moonless, empty night.
As dark as pitch the raven sits,
Preparing for its flight.
A dead man's eyes will tell no lies,
His grave will keep them shut.
As blind as bats and as cunning as cats,
Lost time & lines we cut...
...But,
What thoughts are these as widows grieve,
An endless, gaping crack.
A demon is calling his fatal last warning,
As day dreams fade to black...
Published in paperback of collective works by Greystone Press in 1998. Landen Soup, by Linda Landen.
Published in paperback of collective works by Greystone Press in 1998.
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