SPEAK SOFTLY
Speak softly my bard speak softly
The masses crying out woefully
Afraid of the dark, the unknown
Goth write, they wobble and bemoan
Many seek to silence, the shadows of my quill
Gothic and horror, gives them a chill
The gloom of the bard, they want to hide
Thru darkened nights, Raven again will ride
Sugar and spice may not always be real
Poems of butterflies and roses, their ideal
Cloaked in darkness, Raven preens in his glory
Nae the last word, there’s more to this story
Speak softly my scribe, they censure your voice
Censor the sad and tragic one, their choice
A black cloud, freedom of speech for evermore
Write only of peaches and cream, what a bore
By GaelicRogue
© 2008 GaelicRogue
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