Vestiges

Where the Ravens Gloat

74 Where the Ravens Gloat To think what one shall think Down in the grave would make shrink? Not where the tentacles of my angst Shall by peace lie with friends left in trance! To let thoughts of where I’d go Stand on my way like a foe? That’s the titan I’d defy without fear; His fall to my eyes shall not bring a tear. To lose sight of these hideous band Stars would leave their footprints on sand? My take? A crime against humanity That scars the face of my humility! To dread a soaring vulture And hide home hopes and future? I would have self destruct with a noose Or flung away some broken hearts in booze! To think a heart in the grave Rots and with such excuse slave? I’d rather mine rot in the battle field Wherein my hardihood will make my shield. 75 To kiss and hug innocence With the back against nonsense? Would be to sell a conscience clean and pure With this plague of tyrants without a cure. To hail blood mongers for gold Just to leave us in the cold? Is a mission only ravens endorse For their Viking ancestors spoke Old Norse. To counter gangsters with bold Moves would expurgate the mold? Would open goons’ new roads to show their might And nab what they will and uphold our plight. To take the hatchet and spears And lay to rest without fears? Goons won’t let happen! We must beg for alms! And if we want not, they would deal us arms! Till Apocalypse would might Ever stand in lieu of right? That’s a thing I’d never be forgiven For kicking with life and sparing ravens! ...