Poems from Mercurial Raven

To Want
In my youth I was a witch Upon my rib a scar And in my hands I held a bird A precious azure star   If only to fly I could have known grace...
To Love Azathoth
Oh you fool, you pretty thing, Your lips to the foot of a blind man A fool himself, but enthroned Upon his tower of imperfection Yet still...
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The Spiraling Bond (A Call To Awakening)
Red desert. A star below the horizon. The Om is a choir of cicadas.   This voice is a gathering call: a cry of ape, of wolf, of bird, of a...