Dead Raven
by Razel Davies
Eagles died,
Your figures tied.
From you tongue,
You lied.
In night,
Kind falling smile,
In light,
Dead ravens mile.
Can you ever?
Will you never?
Hold on,
Be with the heart.
Can you ever?
Will you never?
Touch hot,
And break me not.
Debt of cold,
Nothing to hold.
Aint got nothing,
To ask,
Would be too bold.
Cant have it,
Your eyes not lit.
Shining knight,
On and on,
With his plight.
Can you ever?
Will you never?
Hold on,
Be with the heart.
Can you ever?
Will you never?
Touch hot,
And break me not.
08/14/2007