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I see the harbinger of the days to come
The signs are so clear
And the taste of death
So rancid on my tongue
I have travelled too far
And learned too much to deny
The crow so dark
Against the winter sky
And the flecks of blood
In my eyes

I accept the message that he brings
On his wretched
Dark-born wings
And all the songs he sings
So beautiful to my ear
It may just be
The time of year
But Charon turns his boat to steer
And reach my shore
And I will not fight this

Centuries deep the poets cry
Of all the secrets
We so craven here deny
Age takes us all
And none immune
To walk this crowded haunted room
I dreamt I fell
To heaven or to hell
I could not tell
And yet I knew it all too well

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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