Cover A Steemian - Shootgun Ravens , Pale Night (@paintingangels) - Happy Birthday Serena!

Shotgun Ravens, Pale Night
(Serena Matthews)
Ten thousand ravens came knocking,
knocking like thieves on my door.
Cold, I stared back like (the) dead tree bark
that's glued to these old breaking floors.

The maid she brought down an old casket
then she lined it with mama's old quilt
while roses were drawn back like shotguns,
draped softly here round my cold hips.

(And the raven said)
You,
You should fly, dear.
Cause you,
You will die here.

Strawberry pie in the oven sits,
waiting for strangers to dream
as they lie on the back porch and whisper
while thunderstorms rattle the screens.

I somehow can't seem to calm down now.
Where are the angels in white?
The man down the street he is howling
and I have gone pale with the night.

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