Raven of Sorrow

     
Tie-dye sunsets turning doleful shades      
I through these silken curtains gazed      
At the dreary forms displayed      
As shadows in a purple haze      
The lucid sky grows ever dimmer      
The Sun a weak and dying ember      
Cold winds set the trees ashiver      
In the twilight of December      
     
I sat and scowled in reverie      
Brooding on things that now shall never be      
It seems the fates, at last, have severed me      
From all my hopes and pleasant dreams      
     
Something deep within me stirred      
The remnants of a dream differed      
Echos of whispered murmured words      
Never to again be heard      
     
Volumes of forgotten lore      
Lay strewn out across my floor      
As i floated off to realms of sleep      
Where ebony winged demons creep      
     
Thoughts of her becloud my mind      
In my chambers thus confined      
And my loneliness combined      
With the side effects of wine      
Cause my mind to fabricate      
Illusions in my weary state      
     
Ravens shrieking in the dark      
Pecking at a bleeding heart      
Alas that tell tale heart is mine      
On which these ghastly ravens dine!      
     
And that still beating heart they tore      
Upon the grave of my lost Lenore      
Where she lay forever more      
the birds perch shrieking      
"NEVERMORE!"      
     
Awaking in cold sweat i shuddered      
Thinking i should have closed the shutters      
Then scarcely could a gasp I utter      
As through my window a black bird fluttered      
     
There it perched upon my  window pane      
There it stared in cold disdain      
Then rose the first rays of tomorrow      
And away flew the raven of my sorrows