When the raven sings its song of Poe
And its whispered wings descend
Take a small bite of my telltale fruit
and listen to your heart as it soars to freedom from it’s cage
The beat you hear in your dream within a dream
Is the sound of your thoughts flying from it’s tower
There can be comfort in cold sweat and the heat of your drumming heart
When the water flows within your deep
and the fall of your house looms nigh
Remember
Your apple is without poison
It’s nourishing bite leads you to a place where the serpent can be a guide
To flourish
To create
To seek
To revive
A black cat lucky
while it crosses your Landor’s cottage