My Seven Sweet Doves — Four hundred, twenty, and five
years have I lived
on this wretched
plane,
tasting all the foul
fluid that runs
through the veins,
swore loyal to seven
sweet maidens
of name:
Innocence,
Purity,
Wisdom,
Peace,
Light,
Angel, and
“Dove.” None, the one,
the same. To Life,
I am Crow,
cackling fear
to all…