RAVEN ARCHER

Governed by light
Surrounded by flames
Queen of the night
Sharp gentle gaze

Long black gown
Hair to the waist 
Tell her your dreams
Before they go to waste

Crown of thorns 
Pushed to the skull 
Blood and tears 
Anything for love 

Hold him tight
Just not too tight
He is your beloved
Bright son of God

All of the masses
Are deep asleep
Sing them a song
With a gentle twist

Writing the books
Sharing the light
How bright is your flame
Queen of the night.

Raven Archer.