Dark Poem

The Fox and the Raven

Last of us

A world long past of a merry cast. Photo taken from public domain; https://picryl.com/media/red-fox-49451304118-a645af.

A fox sat still and pondered more

The thought of end and nothing more

All other gods have gone for hate

The pain resides here of fate

A yearning deep beyond those gone

Stood today: for morrow, dawn

The yester gone, the tale remains

A smile forms resisting chains

From under moon, from under dark

From smile comes the lie and mark

“There love has left yet I build more”

“I should, and wait- the nevermore”

“I hear the word through snowing ends”

“It comes, it goes, it brings the friends”

“The smile, pleased always grows then”

“Soon, the spoken will prompt when”

As words spoke, scent ascends to clouds

It soars with snowfall and to crowds

All flee at any moments haste

Inside oneself it choked the taste

All above, the ravens debate

Nevermore, that word above god's fate

From clouds, the world down seen by all

Those gods that fly and will then fall

The floor, all silence ‘cept life past

The war, the death, why should, they asked

Our corpses gone but rotting then

Our minds now greater beyond ken

Across the world, decay is seen

Nevermore, deny the scene

Forevermore the castle stands

Abandoned gods will not see lands

A raven, one God, alone descends

The smile grew as snow fall ends

The landing does not disturb it

The smile looks out without the bit

The raven, eyes wide, spots the pain

With hope, the raven spoke to reign

The fox with smile looks in grey

The marked place begins to fray

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