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    Raven's House
    Raven's House
    Raven's House
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    Raven's House

    By Lee E. Shilo

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    (Warning!) Raven's House is Dark Poetry.

    And there upon an alter high,
    full spread, with blackened wings.
    The largest Raven ever born,
    with souls, the darkness brings.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLee E. Shilo
    Release dateApr 18, 2010
    ISBN9781452395418
    Raven's House
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    Lee E. Shilo

    I live on Vancouver Island, in Victoria, Canada with my loving wife Elisabeth, paranoid cat and crazy dog. I love writing How To's, Dark Poetry, Children Stories, Fantasy/Fiction, Diamond Palm/Iron Palm (brick breaking techniques)and especially (Believe It Or Not) stories. Writing affords me some release of daily frustrations and everyday tensions. I am Semi-Retired and have a wide range of Genre to put into my writing. My life experiences are many, and is reflected in each-and-every story I write.

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      Raven's House - Lee E. Shilo

      Raven's House

      By: Lee E. Shilo

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2010 Lee E. Shilo

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      Introduction

      Chapter I

      Star Cloth

      Chapter II

      Pox Upon You

      Chapter III

      Between A Thunder Clap

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      Chapter I

      Star Cloth

      What piece of heaven is this,

      that I should never want or need,

      for anything but heavens bliss,

      and have no need to feed?

      What is this place of amber honey,

      this place in arum shafts of light,

      no need of food or money,

      only starlight's shinning bright?

      Those luscious orbs of golden glow,

      a warmth so fine and tender.

      A place I do not know,

      a place where I'll surrender.

      Star cloth does cover me around,

      and in its fragile wrap.

      Soft as ever I have found,

      a peaceful loving trap.

      Like clouds of feathered down,

      it swaddles

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