Raven
The raven in black never looked back
A sea of adventures ridden on its back
He flew to a ship old and rigidly
Then sat on the deck mouldy and woody
A shack of sack it saw as he duck
Whereas twilight fell the raven fell to a sweet smelling dwell
Along with the morning rise the raven suffice
And around the bound he circled like a hound
Raven clad in black wild, egoistic and free
Within your stormy eye's will
But why in a single Meow-meow of that obnoxious yellow cat
Will you sour the seas back
