Raven's Sign

Fog settles on the tombstones. In the dark, an eerie blue, the graveyard is a misty ocean Raven passes through. She stops. The solitary site is grim, devoid of sound. Her long black gown, a ruffled slip, is satin sweeping ground. Her sable locks lie smooth and straight across her graceful back. Stark contrast is her alabaster skin to hair pitch-black. This woman - with a beauty that forever captivates - now stands, a pistol in her hand, and there steadfastly waits. Since told the man that she adores (who left some time ago) lies buried here, the woman’s come, for Raven has to know! She can’t believe that he could be here in this place of doom. He’d left for war before they’d barely been a bride and groom. As Raven looks out on the sea of mist, her eyes have teared because those birds that bear her name have suddenly appeared. A sign it has to be, she thinks. The ravens drawing near are circling above one stone. Her heart is seized with fear. Now Raven walks to where the birds are circling above. She pales. . . The stone she’s reading bears the name of her true love. The fog, a sea engulfing all, has swallowed Raven too. Gun raised, she drops down to his grave; she knows what she must do.