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The Raven's Shadow

Rising above the hillsides
Was the moon that is know as Blue
And the Raven’s shadow spread
Across gravestones, two by two.
 
The graveyard trees had nary a leaf
And the grass could bare no yield,
The Winter’s frost had done it’s work
In this place called Potter’s Field.
 
Still the Raven’s shadow spread
As the full-moon grew in Winter’s sky
And as it did the gravestones cracked
In the twinkling of an eye.
 
Ghastly figures rose from graves,
Not one was left down under
And each gave out a hideous grown
When the sky began to thunder.
 
Then, from beneath the Raven’s wing
Came a Spirit with a Scroll, well sealed,
Lightning flashed, the seal was loosed,
And Silver Coins fell to the field.
 
They call this night, “A Judas Visit”,
These Blue-Moon freaks of madness.
These goings on can not be seen
Unless eyes have tears and filled with sadness.
 
D. Thurmond

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This is about a graveyard, a Raven, and a full moon. I think?

#FullGraves #Moon #Raven #Shadow

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