Mourning

Her ravishing voice

Inhaling erotic laughter

Choked

Exhaling screams of exhaustion

Painful

The long lost raven

At last settled

On her crooked shoulder

Saddened

For white lines had plagued her black hair

The gift of the raven

Long, long ago

He looked at her silently

As she awaited the rise of Artemis

And began to sing

Life is schizophrenic..

And so is this weather..

I had found invading peace,

But they soon killed my God..