Never - Claire Rubbelke

My wings are bare, 
my shirt is torn,
When will I be Nevermore?
When will Death take my hand
and lead me to Forbidden land?
The Forbidden places of long ago,
where nothing good will ever grow.
Where it is, I cannot know,
For Death will take me there.

Frigid air and smoky tendrils,
my wings are frozen, broken, gone.
I wait for him to take me there, 
to the Land of Nevermore.

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Claire Rubbelke is a Wiccan writer who enjoys playing trumpet and drawing, not to mention writing poetry. You can follow her over on