The breeze has been heavy and the dust was feeble
Yet you watch over us since the Sumerian and the Medieval
Floating endlessly on thin ice
With the bid to conquer and the devil in your eyes
Steered by the angel and the Golden Sky
The only raven who conquered both Aleppo and Shanghai
Trickster, my master ,you're the Goddess of midnight
Your spirit shall go on till the last light
Set the sinners free
Let the thoughts flee
Shine on, you raven haired beauty.
This poem Won the Weekli Promo Post Raffle and has been promoted with 1.0 SBD . Thanks for participating.
The pic fits the poem perfectly.
great stuff.
zz
Thank you good sir!