Blackest of Nights
A Raven talked to me,(Blackest of Nights).
Asking questions
about her life.
While tears are falling
(From the Skies),
I found myself
crying by her side.
Searching my soul
(in the Deepest Ice),
She died this morning
And my sadness is rife.
Looking inquisitively,
(Blackest of Eyes).
Weeping Willows,
their leaves are blighted.
I thought that nothing
would tear us apart.
I miss her,
(Deeply)
My Broken Heart.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-07-30 at 10:54
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