A Little Raven, you look
so beautiful and calm by
the neat ongoing note to
sing along, and kept the
astonished melody and
harmonized so dedicate in
the awkward world like
that, he's a sweetheart, he
can fly among the night
sky within the odd looking
full dazzled moon as
bright light, he open his black
naive bird's eyes of fate,
he landed a tree branch in
the nineteenth century
tree out there, he uses his own
little feet to dance as
well, on that night, the Raven
become a human form, he
found something magically
in the forestland, until
then, he got the long uproarious
legs and arms together, he
was only eighteen year old
poet himself, he found
clothes to wear, he got his own
notebook and classy pen,
he goes into the nineteenth
century bar alone, he got
many drinks on the old rusty
table too, his name was
legendary Raven, he seem very
romantic man in mankind,
he still be a little Raven by
day by night of his entire
lifetime
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-17-15
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