they used to bring me the moon
wrapped in leather
sealed by the jurors of the loom
approved by the ladder

the night was bittersweet,
buried in your eyes
like a disease

I remember the tainted
feathers

the broken mirrors

your dress shred
your limbs
torn

and yes, I remember
the child
unborn

in thy womb
we all return

as shadows
as ravens
as colors
as ravens
as light
as ravens

as ravens