An Unkindness 

They congregate in a sorrowful gale
Holding mourning souls in mist-o-pale.
Their callings, cawing; clawing ears.
A dirge for all those forlorn tears.
An unkindness of ravens surge
Their saddened song does purge.
Haunting as they remind of dismal days.
Taunting they scream in the dreadful haze.
Here does Death now call.
Where the curtains make a final fall.
Unkind is the Unkindness 
For Death knows no blindness.


An Ember of Tomorrow's Sorrow

Of all the sorrows my heart hath ever begotten
There are few which in grave will then be forgotten.
For over time I have passed many a threshold
That have closed to wounds that have grown old.
Still I have scars deep in my soul that fester and remind.
Some of which the origin of the wounds I have yet to find.
Phantom paper cuts of endless festering sorrow,
Fears of a drear from a hopefully distant tomorrow.
My monophobic thanatophobia paints a gloomy portrait
Of a dystopia that haunts from a future unknown date.
Death and I have carried this platonic affair since I remember;
Which is evermore but a faint glowing ember.
I fear when that sorrow becomes a flame.
When that ember burns with her name.


From South-Western, Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since the early 90's. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil", “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.