The Poem With No Name

The poem with no name. There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street; It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet. The end is nigh, I hear from upon high; In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast. I am coming to meet you, my maker; Are you sure you are ready to meet me? I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away? My life, your judgment; what a price to pay! Too short was this living; your retort had better be good! No I don’t understand! Who on Earth could? This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed; Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed? A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life; In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise. What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate? I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away. I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness. The voice of angel’s raise my spirit; Their songs of joy are relentless. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.