Raven Riddle Poem by Barry Middleton

Sable child of fantasy,
you never rode a natal wave,
you never suckled human flesh,
you slept within and black without
and wondered at the world about you.
And yet you wondered not at all
resting in a bottle by the wall.
Darkness born upon a page,
a saving breath upon my age.
All of flashing sloe eyed beauty,
feminine, naked,
no regret,
ebony body,
hair of jet.
When knowing too much
won't let me rest
but I would sooner
lie awake than die,
come raven dreams
to set me free,
dark paragon of ecstasy.