Scribe for thee mine own world , in myriad spectrum of a thousand shaded miseries....darkness to thee doth I dedicate thy my hand ...to compose sonnet of broken souls wretched ....
Knowest not I..of any love truest ..tis bitterest wine upon my lips.... .and soft caresse doth become as barbed claw ..that it render my flesh torn ..from sinew...
Hath I wept many a tear ...that am I sickened of hopes false of they who in absent emotion ...proclaim upon venomed tongue...that they lure me unto hopeless abandonment .....
Romancing then pointed dagger\'s promise ..doth it bequeath release if t\'were to barter life\'s blood against cruel blade in baptism of sorrows ...
Tempt not the bloom\'s most purple hew ...for its silence doth belie amany enchantment ....spell cast upon the pages silken immortality ...
Mine own yearnings doth they mean nothing .unto me , lo to compose illusions and weave incantation , bewitching and beguile they whom in blind stupor doth follow the Raven dark ..into mine own heart aching .....
2016 ^\\(R)/^ Raven ♥🌹