She's often seen on dark and stormy nights according to local lore,
Gliding among the ancient stones standing in that fearsome moor.
Mists wafting about the burial ground add to this spectral scene,
And circling above, a sinister murder of ravens is usually seen!
'Tis said that this hapless wraith seems to be on an endless quest,
Searching, ever searching as if for her own eternal rest.
Or does Raven seek a specific grave upon which to wreak revenge,
Whose occupant for some wrong she is determined to avenge?
She kneels at each stone and peers at the name etched thereon,
Is heard softly sobbing, then slowly rising, she moves on.
As she makes her ghostly bourne, heard is her plaintive moan,
As with vengeful eyes she examines each lichen-covered stone.
Is it a lover she searches for who left her bereft and forlorn,
Who broke her heart and filled her soul with eternal scorn?
Or could it be with malice in her heart she seeks reprise,
For the brutal murder that caused her untimely demise.
The thunder roars and lightning flashes as she glides to and fro.
The troubles that distress this restless soul we shall never know.
This fabled phantom presses on wearily, wearily lurching,
Determined to complete her quest, searching, ever searching!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Among The Dead" Contest - February 2011