Dr. Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room with the doctor Just before we were supposed to sing He said regarding this guardian wing This black and clipped misshapen thing Hobbling on from claw to ring Hung upside down and cawing Pecking at carrion of the fallen Battalion Thawing On frozen mooring Blackbird in a crust no more They fell down 4 and 20 Bloodstained the land of want and plenty Now raven standing at his shoulder Stared with eyes of molten solder Dripping on a lacquer box Introducing keys to locks Seven talents there where hidden Mysterious and some forbidden Take the honey from the comb Ravel thread around the loom Dig the dirt up from the tomb Dr. Watson, I presume One will follow Two unknown sorrow Three for laughter Four ever after Five-foot flood when the waters hit Six feet deep, the eternal pit Seven prayers and seven pleas To eight imagined deities Cat o' nine tails Cat of nine lives Brides turned into old wives tales Your complexion colours then it pales And into the sunset it sails Soon these secrets will be scattered Heaven knows what lies inside It took a moment to discover A lifetime to decide Take the honey from the comb Ravel thread around the loom Dig the dirt up from the tomb Dr. Watson, I presume