“There is an untapped beauty in her just waiting to flow. You just have to simply approach her at the right time with the right care, and tap…” by Me
Oh Raven, you may tap,tap,tap,
incessant in your endeavors to ever trap
me in your tangled lies ten feet deep.
I be not such a fool to fall sway to your unearthly rules
of tortuous maladies you delight in inflicting on ever passerby
you do seek to see that lies in your line of darkest sight.
Your taunts as you perch and preen on pedestal high
do naught a thing to one such as I.
Your guile lies transparent as a ghost.
A thrown token. shiny and bright to fall at my feet.
Yet, as I do bend down to pick it up,
you no sooner pilfer my pockets of my weeks hard earned
fortune as you seek to simply
call it black luck where I would be none the wise.
Nevermore you say!
Bah, I say . Be gone this night before the morn
brings the dawn and turns your cheeky words
to flotsam to be carried away on the shore’s
of my discontent.
You may know the depth of many souls
as you may know mine,
but there is no barter to be had, no wager to be paid.
MY soul is my own.
No matter how dark and cold.
By Philip Wardlow