Thus Spoke the Raven Evermore




The sky is 15 shades of gray and white. One thinks it will rain, But it is just the intention.It seems pretentious— Playing with me and my day I have many detractors Feigning needs and demanding My attention to forsake all others, But my keen eye wonders outside Through the long set of windows. I am determined to go out, but I’ll leave through the door The threat thus far doesn’t succeed in halting the plan I remain unimpinged By high noon I will depart like A sojourner going out Into the wilderness beyond In my metal four wheeled chariot Meeting with ‘the slings and arrows’ Of outrageous weather. 

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