Mourning Blues

Buried deep,

Drugged, flogged, and finely thrown

Hurled unconscious into a subterranean vault,

In a tumult of great unrest,

When I finally awoke I found a raven

Perched heavy on my breast,

Studying me with a scathing jest

In its’ bulbous moon eye,

This wretched creature

Dressed in black robes

Strove to Judge me

At its’ masters request, no less!

With scour scorn this guest

In my mournful chamber where,

Bare lies bring to bear bloodshed,

Ensnared and ensued my downfall

My untimely undoing,

A solitary red rose is all that blooms here

And sheds a single petal for my ruin.