The poem with no name Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

The poem with no name.

There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;

It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet.

The end is nigh, I hear from upon high;

In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast.

I am coming to meet you, my maker;

Are you sure you are ready to meet me?

I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away?

My life, your judgment; what a price to pay!

Too short was this living; your retort had better be good!

No I don’t understand! Who on Earth could?

This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed;

Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed?

A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life;

In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise.

What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate?

I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away.

I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness.

The voice of angel’s raise my spirit;

Their songs of joy are relentless.

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