The Rayven

This is a poetic piece inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.

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Suddenly I started waking, just as dawn was surely breaking

And the dream was slowly fading, as I sat up to start my day

Fickle feelings slowly waning, like an ornate window staining

Frame and filter light while shading out the many shades of grey

Name the type of night that hides inside the many shades of grey

This the darkness cannot say

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Swiftly now the sun is rising, life on earth it's galvanizing

Sparking growth and catalyzing all the different spheres of play

On his mighty throne residing, why at night is he then hiding?

Mighty though he may be, this disappearing daily, his limits surely does betray

This disappearing daily his limits does betray

Darkness sees, but cannot say

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Understanding's slowly dawning, the abyss doth open yawning

On the mirror's edge are spawning smoky shadows lead astray

Superficial knowledge scorning, I neglect to heed the warning

Suddenly the night has fallen in the middle of the day

Velvet darkness now is sprawlin' in the middle of the day

'Night lights the way' it seems to say

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Now you realize you're still dreaming, thus the night is surely scheming

Suddenly appears a gleaming raven rapping, ghostly-seeming, tap-tap-tapping at your door

Slowly in it is now creeping, even now as you are sleeping

Banished feelings out are seeping, storm at bay it's barely keeping, craven raven at my door

Omen from a distant shore, shadow long across the floor

This subtle demon's settled scores now cast a shadow 'cross the floor

And it rains for evermore

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This bird of night gives quite a fright to those who seek to rule with might

For once the light becomes insight, oh lord does it begin to pour

Perhaps you'll say this tale is trite, a better one, you'd surely write

For once you see that I am right, your ego goes to war

In order to deny its plight, the ego goes to war

And it rains forever more

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Once one's seen the scene transforming, does the phoenix seem heartwarming

In order to one's soul inform, one might just ask the holy storm - just what it's got in store

Through the rain one sees the rainbow, through the surface glimpse the core

So the sun is seen in shadow and the raven calls for silence

So the Rayven calls for silence

And it reigns forevermore