You haunt my thoughts tonight

You haunt my thoughts tonight
Shade of Raven's wing
Rimmed with reddish glow
Casting dreams throughout the night
Upon my soft pillow
While the wind howls and blows
Down an empty street below
All around the pyramid lights
A tempest swirls and flows
An icy storm out in the night
While here a fire grows

Your worst sin

"Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing." -Dostoevsky

Can You See Yourself

can you see yourself as a child
in some image of the past?
chequered picnic blankets by the
blue water
sand castles suspended under
younger faces
(in their excellency
these are perfect graces)
beyond reclamation but for
their fuzzy traces
did i miss something there?
what did i forget to do?
who am i
to raise this child's ghost?
am i still that little boy
beneath the elm and
mother's spreading smile?

Raven Conspiracy