Who decanted my vessel so low?
Thistle and thorn my fields to plow...
A crown of thorns...
My will now stigmatized
Anathema...
Crowned my demise
Dead Gardens Eternal...
Beguilding mournful my flight
My wings a feather woven blight
Alas...
No moon to light the night
So sing dead the days of yore
So to,the starlit shore...
Shore of cobalt,ash and sapphire
Dressed in forlorn attire...
See breeze exhume...chant the lullaby
in my Dead Gardens
Where evergreens grow eternal...
Spectacular my lonely Lilacs
My lamenting Lillys grow...
Lowly their neck's now hang-
Relentless the Roses and the broken rhyme's
they sang...
Black rivers the beauty of deaths ravine
Sorrow floods the heavens
Soon to be seen...
Gabriel bereaved...
Forsaking seraph and soil
My black earth whispered no pardon
As I quenched The Dead Garden...
©Raven
R