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