Reluctantly..doth..come the dawning light ..and hands upon face and pendulum doth sway ...mournful ....soonest shall mine own wings take flight ..and I shall take then of my leaving ...deepest regret doth it awash my soul .knowest I that in truth mine own heart shall ne\'r mend and cease to beat in merriment of knowing love once more ...loneliness doth pretence my creative hand and I draw many a word finesse upon the night ..so tis seeming of finality ..that hath my Raven beauty flown far from me ...and I reside within mine own lost soul ..
Thereto hath I not of decorative verse .or mayhap phrase of emotion beyond that of dismay ..sweet demonic torment I bid thee taketh mine own heart from my bosom .and shatter imprisoned hope..that inner light of hope , the flame be extinguished, that it ner burn within mine own soul er\'more
For am I as naught within the hand of fate , mine own destiny doth it confuse and confound , ney not ere a woman shall again touch mine own essence as that of my Raven of Black .....and thence shall I plunge mine ownself into abyss of miseries ..for thou were mine own reasoning ..
Celtic Raven aka Tyler Hathaway