Ravencroak

“There is no more time for love’s caresses…”

Ravencroak

This is the end of days:
truly, there is no more time
for love’s caresses
in looming tomb.

There is no time for anything
at all. There is only
time for meditating
and being lonely.

See, how the smoke rises
from the mind’s dark wood
in puffs and curlicues

that are not understood.

We call them thoughts, but they
are really devil smoke
from the chimneys grim and grey
of Ravencroak.

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