Stark Raven

Stark Raven On the backs of embers last glowing bones of red My head half numb from the narcotics Winter crept on shadows in my room with frozen dread As a broken raven marched unchallenged in its neurotics It advanced on me with a hideous craven beak Repeating my last name which I've since forgotten It also used foul language which I dare not repeat My blankets now soiled with sweat and something rotten Across my bed with sudden jumps, then swaying side to side Almost like a lullaby, until it shrieked, “Give me my money!” It was there to collect some stark raven debt or so I surmised If it wasn't so tragic it would be funny The dark omen laughed, had gone stark raven mad I too was not too happy The situation with this fowl beast has gotten bad I could kill it but that would be a little tacky It taunts me till this day The drugs took hold of me so I can’t move I can’t even wish or whisper it away There is nothing left to prove A winter frost came in with this dark shadow bird on my lost soul It is the last time I leave the window open and do opium For being dumb I have to pay the heavy toll Feed the thing; pay it, along with all the other bums on the curriculum 9/23/14 The Raven Poetry Contest