without a shelter to call her own,
poor familiar raven roamed her zone.
Tempest played her best one side,
warrior displaying swords beside.
Coins flipped together;
heads & tails both disappear.
2 sides they play,
vineyards creeping,
lovely slow-poison every night.
Meanwhile shadows dance,
breaking dreams, a lasting glance.
twilight breaks, accompanying dreams.
Footsteps prance across the floor,
midnight's child looking at the door.
Whimpers left unheard.
quietly returned,
uncertainty marks all landing.
Good one.... This inspires me to complete my poem even faster.
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