Raven’s Lovers Lost Note

A note floats withers away in the night breeze
I never got to read the raven carried it off in his beak
As the window shutters blew open the raven swooned in
I felt an empty feeling and almost fainted
As the ink blot on my pillow top  the silver scrolled letter opener
The envelope slit open by its blade so sharp almost frightening
Now the thrust of thunder pounding wings he fled
Blood stains on the sheets and foot prints bleeding
Secrets kept and stories of a ghost who searches 
For a love lost in time in a portrait painting that bled
Betrayal and sin be noted where deep in the forest
She flew away leaving only a red satin ribbon
From an evil trace of nothing left but unread tragedy
Quivering in the shadows of lust and bewilder
While the raven gazes at the time on a golden pocket watch
Found in the palm of her dreaded hand which lay clenched
In a shallow path of sorrowful death display
Ravens lovers lost note of pain and shameful misery