Winter of 2024 - 2025
It appears I could well have been wrong when I accepted word from someone who knew Raye in Ashtabula that she had died.
Through a contact who found me through this site, I learned just a short time ago that no death certificate in Ohio appears for Rayelan - of the many fantasies and greedy impulses, actually died. A current address which appears to be hers has been found in Cleveland at 16317 Sanford Road. Cleveland, OH.
The house at this address has ten rooms. Raye always had to have a lot of space for her operations and to park future victims.
If you live in the area perhaps you might check this out. I don't precisely when I wrote the poem below, but upon rereading it realized it is still appropriate. MP-F
Dedicated to Rayelan, who invented herself
No. 75 Empty Eyes and Haunted Dreams
A sinecure of drama, her never ending play
She hungered for a different life, to fill her empty days.
And her inner urgings pointed out the way.
Every kind of pretense, used to make it pay.
For she was just a victim. She was innocent and sweet
She was just a heroine, who refused acceptance of defeat.
And she was little wifie, and always wrote the play
Because it was recycled from the drama yesterday.
She fancied herself a princess, a duchess and a queen
She paid for every fancy with lies both large and mean.
Drama is the constant as she rakes in bits of gold.
She knows the Readers buy it, to hear her perils told
And always it was Rayelan at the center of the play
She learned the art of drama and was always on display.
She, the me who mattered, she the me in lights
She the only one with power, fed on its delights.
So, barking, it continues, and units, they are filled.
And nothing every changes, and yet she loves the thrill.
To con the all too trusting, too rake in others cash
Are the stuff of fantasy to Rayelan's aging ass.
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