The beautiful death of a cravin’ Ravin

Concealed in a world so proud
Reflections I could never see
Wondered through a smokey cloud
And stumbled up an old wish tree

The view from here could save a soul
it's glorious and true
but beauty, it will take it's toll
So when your done, your through
^^^^^
in line three it should be take its toll and in line four both yours should be you're

Creep and squalor throughout the plain
I'd never seen so much
Beneath the monarch it'd always rain
The curse would lose it's touch

* once again its

A ravin cravin, that's the scent
Although we'd all pretend
Facts of failor turned descent
Even, my best friend

^^^^ Ravin should be Raven so your title needs altered too. I'm not sure about cravin..had to google this one and could only come up with a type of cake or crepe. Do you mean craving?

Hope this helps...

I've checked it through and could onoy find one mistake so I have canged it... thank you for the comment though!

I have a habbit of writing them when I'm drunk so I mostly forget to proof read.

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This is really good...I hope you realise that? I'd ask you check it out for spelling errors because they are spoiling this poem for me right now....I'll check back on this one. Really loved it!