Spiritual

Mother sin, you know my bent Responsible for all That colours the paths I have gone A tragedy was torn From innocence and sorrow To a region I belong Where days of trust grown Inside life Have not existed for one stand Not even Day Has come. I may obey. Path into black. Raven on my shoulder. Bow to spiritual. You who taught me conjuration In hours of hellish creed; Fragile, grey-haired picture dead Why you will pa*s, and I will sneer.