Today we wander into the land of shadows, on this Day 26 of National Poetry Month.
Ever More
Tap, tap, come the raven,
no, it is not him
He flies far above the path
as the light grows ever dim
Flee, flee, into the woods
ignore the raven’s caw
Hear the silent monster march
to the cavern in the maw
Shush, shush, quiet now
the raven circles here
The Faerie Queen calls for you
and all that you hold dear
© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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