By Damien Knight

Are you waiting for me
To sprinkle words like dew?
Where is Raven? Won’t he crow?
Asking for verses new?
I know you’re there,
Or is it cocky to assume?
Aniya, my goddess fair
I wonder if it’s you.
No, none exist who
Could be as she.
I suffer heart wrenched
Loves woeful agony.

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