black crows in the cemetery
call greetings as I pass,
wings wide in fright or warning
to stay away from this grave or that
and I smile and shrug
and wonder if they know
I pray for the devil to come
and make me a deal in the dead of night,
my name scrawled with a quill
from an angel's wing
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Intriguing...
is there more?
Not until I get the deal, no ;)
This poem remind me of this song
What a fabulous song :)
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Speechless over here Rachel. So incredibly good.
Delightful. I believe we wander parallel paths sometimes. I'm sure you'll meet your deal-maker before I.
Perhaps. I court Him often.
Excellent. I'm sure it will come.
I hope so!
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