THE RAVEN'S LADY

Babies wrapped in Myer’s mink,

Cruised the seedy streets

Morsels wrapped in neon pink,

Sold their tricks for treats

Angels gave them golden tears,

To quench the devil’s thirst

Their eyes became but mirrors,

To reflect what God had cursed

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Homeless whispers echoed,

Through lonely dim-lit streets

They scattered their tomorrows,

Into spaces in between

Lost in vacant places,

Where the seen become unseen

Wishing secret wishes,

Of a life that could have been

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Shame tore their worth asunder,

With the secrets of their lies

Blame cursed the hearts they plundered,

With the darkness in their eyes

Sickened from the feasting,

Of the beasts that ruled the world

Forgotten words lay sleeping,

On a bed of wisdom’s pearls

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Once I was a baby,

Stepping out on nimble toes

I’m now the raven’s lady,

Painting thoughts with pretty prose

As my devils come to test me,

‘Neath a broken winter’s moon

It’s strange how life forgets me,

As I write in my cocoon...

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Reborn to greet beginnings,

Spreading wide my fledgling wings

While the bells of hell are ringing,

My patient muse begins to sing

All my past hurts blur the mourning,

For a name that died in vain

When my weeping meets the morning,

Only dewdrops will remain...

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©Wendy Phelan - Edited - 2020

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