soon i will have a raven etched into my arm, a symbol with deep meaning, facetted from different real of my world

an homage to poe, the one that taught me the power of words, without who i would have never set down this path

a metaphor for depression, without which i would not have bottomless depth to plumb for my pedantic need

for her, the one behind desire, the long rambling odes, on which she soars on jet black wings to stir my heart and inspire my mind

soon, i will have this raven etched upon my skin, to show the world the poetry is me even if i am a poor reflection of it