AS-You Raven

You’re like the raven Sure you don’t come from heaven You croak of some ill Deep inside me I feel We’ll separate dancing To the Chattanooga Choo Choo And to the Moonlight Serenade I’ll listen to Enigmas’ Mea Culpa Sipping an acrid lemonade Far away from you in my abyss I’ll begin humming a popular air All the time concocting the most daring snare I’ll show a savage mingling of two tastes fair Two’s a company three’s a crowd I’ll kick the third person aside In three bounds I’d fall upon pride I’ll make you stoop to conquer Before someone other make you A potential prey For a passion darker Darker than the raven... Ayten Suvak