Fly from me Raven of Death, You will not steal my breath, Whilst l have spirit to fight To put flight to your vigil. Pick and nip some other where, Sip blood and tear More willing flesh. My window of life Is firmly closed to you, I did not beckon your darkness, My fevered muscles still a buttress, Against your vehement feathers, Go find some other mistress, To delight in your blackness? Although full blown, I still own to the blossom And the bud, The Light and the Dove.
Copyright © 2006 Katy Walters