“ Doing It Right ” ~ bids ne’er guarantee ~

You reach a point

Has you convinced

You’ve done it right,

That you’d persist

Thus without doubt,

Despite held plight

And risk of drought,

Refuses to detract

Obeying ones intuit,

That finds shed light

On wants get it done

With implied insight,

Hence doing it right

In spite of perchance,

Fickle fate chose slight

To state obvious stand,

Bids ne’er a guarantee!

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“ I Am The Crow ” ~ in a grave dark world ~

 

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as night,

Forced to soar

In a dying light,

On weary wings

And failing sight,

Yet made suffer

Endless flights,

Looking for path

To freedom I seek,

While agony looms

In this wasting meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,

That shows the way

To end this journey 

In the dead of night!

 

 

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!