O ye death-bringer, of ravens dark flight
May your heart shiver, at my words delight
But let not hope dither, if I hide from sight
For I am a drifter, to share in your plight
Let your twine be cut, and answers here fall
You ask of me what, I'll show you my call
With you in my clutch, amazing them all
Avoiding the ruts, and creatures that crawl
That I've avoided word, you've written to page
To me sounds absurd, you're with me on stage
Complete to be cured, clearly to arrange
All living our third, as we start to engage
Wondrous dreams sought, of things meant to be
To your eyes I'm caught, my love come to me
...but how?
Lets not wait for forever
Perhaps somehow come together
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