http://slow.writerscafe.org/reapercrow The original writings of author Reaper Bird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218967 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a misty night as I travelled that roadSitting within my car in silenceMy head propped against the glassAs I observed each and every movement:A street unknown, through country mazes,A tangled assortment of trees, swallowing inThose tired country towns. The forest closed us in.It is quiet. Cold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reapercrow/1948421/ Shuttered tomb, the door of sleepFor once in passage, ever goneYet ever will the waking weepThe cards remain, for they are drawnFate shall drag them past the veilThough they shall rule ‘til days of old,And all words shall prevail,The dead, still, do not bleed gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reapercrow/1948420/ There was a road, lest it lay far beyond the threaded dreams,And wonders, fragments laid themselves below the waking’s feetTo tread upon subconscious tidings, though the king did speak. There was a deer, or so I think, shadowed at the end of it;And a raven, perhaps, though its feathers remain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reapercrow/1948419/ The living are blind; this much, I know for certain.The dead, though eyeless, can see.You must understand, I am a man of sound reason and integrity, and yet, the universe is a cruel mistress indeed. So I implore you, spare me your condemnation; I have already received it a thousand times more than y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reapercrow/1948367/