Raven's Hollow

There was a place in time,
where I had found and drawn upon a line
of hope
and noted
there while I stared
into your sea of sorrows.

Still amissed,
and glad I kissed
you goodbye
with heavy sighs
and await your abitrary signs of grace.

There was a sign
and a dream of passion
fashioned
after ladies of old
and stories told
when children were too scared
and feared the night's air.

Walking alone in Raven's Hollow,
came across a man
lost in sorrow
and full of malcontent
He went his way;
and I, mine,
or so I though
but his temper he sought
and wrought upon me.

Old and tattered,
beaten, battered
and with eyes that creased with lifeless time
and a distinction
in reflection on a time long ago
So I asked what ached him so.

Time has gone, lost in sorrow,
the man had walked in search to borrow
something he wanted and
knew I would never need.
Time was fleeting, need an answer,
will you sell to a heartless prance
who craves to bargain for your
immortal soul.

It made no difference in my answer
a step and then distress my prancer
chanced upon a opportunity open,
stole my soul as a token
leaving me to my own device,
an emptiness and terrible price.

I was a child with innocence gone,
emptying my burdening youth didn't take long,
The time of fun and games replaced,
in that dark dank murky place
so very long ago
waiting in the bowels
of Raven's Hollow.

Sat and listened to his story,
Heard his words in absent glory,
that I have stumbled upon the path
of my emptiness in wrath
and a child whom I hurt, still waiting
for me to show, anticipating
in place of his youthful grace
innocence lost, gone from his face
anger tortured in his sorrow,
hidden from all in Raven's Hollow.