Hear, Hence Thee O Raven and Song

Hear, Hear Hence Thee O’ Raven and Song


I am the Raven
Hear me cry!
I am the sparrow
Hear my song!
A song,
A song,
Sung to thee
For guidance and love,
Sung for thee who falls
From above.

The raven’s tears sprout
The grave.
The cardinal’s call
Lulls the dead.
Making them
Smile again…
The blue jay’s rapture
Captures all.
Still the raven’s howl
Calls us home.

Home,
Home,
To Home the Raven does call.
In nights black hour
Silent above,
Call I do to he…
Come home with me,
Come home with me
Come home with me O’ Raven.
For you must sing,
O’ shrilly sing,
Our mourning tears away…

Return to me
My love,
My love.
Return to me my darling.
Fall down to me my silent maiden.
I wish
One wish,
To hold thee again…

O’ sing to me
My nightshade.
My blackened,
Tattered,
Renegade.
O’ sing to me your war time song
That tale of tales that lingers on
Your tale,
Your tale,
Of which is sung
For only then
Will I be whole
Once and again…

My dream,
My love,
My dear marauder,
The one I hunt and call for.
That lovely bird of
Shadowed tale
The one I sing of my heart for.
To you my life
Is all in debt,
My silent, faithful specter.
O’ weave your golden syllable
Cadence
Upon a fair blonde thread.

Mournful messenger,
Heart of hearts,
Beauty of beauty’s sister!
My faithful aficionado
Call to me.
Come pour to me those tattered lines
Of which they all do fear,
Cry my name
Into the night...
Peal away my vicious fears!

O’ sing to me my beloved lover
So I may be whole
Once again.
Pour into my veins
Your odorous lines,
Love and sorrow tales.
My gentle lover
Come sing to me
For I wish to be whole
Once again…

O’ ragged tale,
O’ patient traveler,
My affection is placed on thee.
My lovely, little nightingale
The Raven of Misery.
O’ Hum, O’ Hum,
O’ please do hum,
Your desolate
But loving tale
Of two sweet lovers
Who slept together
And died together too,
Those cooing lovers
Who loved each other
As I
Do love
You…

Please, O’ please,
Do sing your tale,
Though it is long
Passed two
For I do wish
To drift away
With your placid
Lovely tunes,

To dream the dreams
Of which only kings do dream
In this silent,
Fading silence.
To me you must call
Your lines and songs,
Always, forever to.
Laughing, crying
Ever dieing,
Long surviving,
Pale and gracious
Under a
Shadowed moon…