The Raven Angel

Into the beautiful grey twilight As I descended from above That raven dress, those raven hair Delicate white shoulders held those straps My form perfect innocence... Overlooking the chiselled tombstones As I gazed..... into the realm of death In the darkness of the grave I spied utter peace.......? No visions, no hopes, no tears Only the cold tombstone and me The souls I mean to carry!!!!!!!! Flying like those ravens Huddled in my arms these spirits so sweet Thick fog settles down As I reach beyond death To foretell the Dark Truth That sad humanity must ultimately feel Death comes a calling Bringing with her dark beauty Chilling and exquisite Like an owl’s screech------- Or passing wolf’s howl... In these grey shadows and darkened cavern I remain still, to hear the sweet sound Of flowing river which must stop at sea The ravens crow my silent musings away I free the souls, the elements rage As morning breaks over the hills... By-Tahera Mannan Contest-Among the Dead Sponsored by-Constance La France ~The Rambling Poet~