The Raven Symphony Poem by Louis Borgo

If a dark horse was a epitome of a shadow of a burden of eyes seek,
Would the raven awake our shift a peek,
Tell time of life maybe we are all on 'borrow time',
Could Kings and Queens tell Of such times,

If it was hate that one victor shift the time may I share a story for a grandfather paradox,
Days of walks amplify of stain of tears sapphire ambition near near an end,
Of a darkness sickness may it lay within borrow time craft what hate shelter back to the,
Light why do ravens flock in rolls night after night's have the view yet change,

Pass pass by what seek to be a never ending journey,
Wake wait as this pain take a shift of rage,
And of rage may shift and turn into something glorify of light,
And into rage turn of power what a wait among a end of a journey may one look above,

Looks turn to age reform rocks turn to mountains rivers turn to ocean build of waves,
Pain felt with in a heart graves damp to the view,
Hearts of a dark age a dark horse blinks at the time and the gate appease to ashes,
And notice a mark of the raven that shift a vendetta and ask
does love
every grow old-