Nevermore

Every time He tries to speak, He can't.
Her eyes of such bewilderment hold Him mute.
Poetry drools from the corners of His lips,
and rancor leaks from every pore.
But its not His fault He wants more.

By which He stands on solid ground
Her tears flush the world of disappointments.
Tall shadows yield in Her midst.
and still He cannot speak;
His throat won't make a sound.

Lights shine down from ugly heavens;
cast hues of gray upon gray.
Still Her eyes shine with the glitter of
tiny droplets
as the gates of lashes hold them back.

He lets out a sigh of uncertainty,
unknowing of what He will cause.
Her lips quiver and shake
in the air theres a quake,
and He chokes as He tries to carry on.

And with a wave of all black
crashing down on His back
the Raven drops by for a visit.
Her eyes slowly mention the pain held within
and then even the Raven is stricken.

But the conscience doesn't lie
anymore than Her thoughts can feel.
It doesn't need to be said.
All else is dead.