In darkness and shadow solace folds
A verse so sweet and sudden spun in ravenous prose
The face of certain poetry lies in pale petals of darkened rose
Surely dusk falls and halts action of life, her face summons falling breeze in freezing coals
Her nature haunts me in sadistic schemes
Suddenly she ascends, with steady pace her reflection encompasses humanity
Oversight of all, Artemis the cursed child views ill will and plots of fiends
Your sheen floods my eyes and burns my flesh
That I might be set to rest in waking haven
Craters and scars compose your image in painful gaze my thoughts caressed
If I call you down might I hear your voice, nothing now, quoth the raven