As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply
The war Rages-Bodies-carried in by the pile
Black secrets hurried into the bee-
Regard with patriot to be bold?
Comments
This is so interesting I keeping finding ways to interpret each line and how they fit together. really makes you think. keep writing!
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