Raven, tell’ me something from Lenor … who she was … Turns them into plutonia in voluminous cream-colored robes?
I hear them trickle across the floor, so delicate and light and thin….. that must be tulle ….lighter than the fog. she is kind, and?
And gentle …. when she coughs through the halls at night, which is a thousand times larger than Grand Central Terminal ….
I will hear her, tonight? Rabe, I don't want to sleep alone tonight. I don't want to sleep in the stable, where i belong with my stench. But Lenore …. she sure loves animals. I'm sure, she knows a prayer for swine, who only see dirt on the horizon, just dirt. Her narrow wrist caresses the hedgehog. She lets the magpies slurp little pearls out of her hand. She puts slippers with velvet lining in front of her poor widower's bed at night.
And with you, Raven, she scolds heavenly.
So Raven, I imagine them, the dead Lenor.
I hope, that I see this angel.