Fancily Dressed

I’ve
often
been
tricked

In
my
life

But
rarely
ever
been
treated

So
it
shouldn’t
be

Any
wonder
really

Why
I always
sound so
defeated

Portent

There’s no reprieve

For those who venture outside

As on All Hallows’ Eve

There’s nowhere to hide

The Raven

Those
piercing
eyes

That
matte
black
beak

I wonder
what
secrets
you
would
yield

If
only
you
could
speak

The Blood Red Moon

Wide
awake
night
after
night
screaming
at the
ghostly
twilight
trying
with all
of my
might
to summon
the courage
to continue
the fight

 

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