Revival

Such a horrid thought appeared this eve
Whilst the lonesome raven perched in the tree
And his ghastly eyes burned hot upon me
I shiver and think “it cannot be”

Lurid as a summer day
Obscure as the chime of children at play
Vulgar like the sun in May

Dare I say
DarE I say

poem by L.W. Smith
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