I dreamt I called on Baron Corvus |
In his sleek black evening dress |
Slighter of build than his crow soldiers |
At home in his Castle Nest |
In his sleek black evening dress |
Where his brightest eyes agleam |
At home in his Castle Nest |
Pick the diamonds from a dream |
Where his brightest eyes agleam |
Misted o'er with prophesy |
Pick the diamonds from a dream |
In the Courts of Treachery |
Misted o'er with prophesy |
Each enacted with a jest |
In the Courts of Treachery |
Unkindness teaches what is best |
Each enacted with a jest |
As a fool dreams he's a priest |
Unkindness teaches what is best |
What constrained and what released |
As a fool dreams he's a priest |
Cawing with a raven's croak |
What constrained and what released |
From the feather darkened cloak |
Cawing with a raven's croak |
That anyone may yet be Pope |
From the feather darkened cloak |
Comes the studied blasphemy |
That anyone may yet be Pope |
In the Nightmare reliquary |
Comes the studied blasphemy |
And bird's bones may be sold as saints' |
Where merchandise the churchyard taints |
Slighter of build than his crow soldiers |
(And bird's bones may be sold as saints') |
I dreamt I called on Baron Corvus... |
Saturday, September 21, 2019
The Raven Dream
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