A Raven Wrapped in Red Thread

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

bound forever to
this promise of love we led
and every single secret kept
represents another form of regret
as flightless fliers deign to die.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

staring eyes watch us,
filled with dread,
as the night darkens better-
no brave soul would face the weather
and no bird twitches wings to fly.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

footsteps wander
which path to tread,
not that the amber leaves have fallen
nor air inducing a feeling maudlin,
and beaky silence induces sigh.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

a phantom ghost-
our daily bread-
glowing numbers writ in red,
divining meaning beyond time;
There is a raven wrapped in red thread.