The Raven

And in the dawning of the day in late September

There came a weeping from outside my chamber door

Weary from fever I rose up looked out the elder

A Raven with a broken wing yet nothing more

I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel

With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair

Open the doorway wide and smile for her to enter

Not in my lifetime seen a beast so rare

Sweet thighs of ruin how I loved her, and I loved her

She muttered low and helped me to her infant breasts

Deliverance was long and strong as god's my witness

Babylon burning sorrow known with each caress

And let the night in

For you were broken

Too ill to touch

Too much

And with the medal Eguinal had done their duty

The morning glory lying awoke with duly low

I breathed my last the day the warning bell was knelling

She smoothed her feathers down and flew back out my window

And let the night in

But you were broken

Too ill to touch

Too much

And let the night in

For you were broken

Too ill to touch

Too much

And let the night in

For you were broken

Too ill to touch

Too much