The Raven's Revenge
There she stands
With a gun in her hand
Black tresses
Flowing down
Touching the back
Of a long multi-tiered
Billowing
Ruffled black gown
Surveying her kingdom
There in the mist
The beautiful Princess of death
~~~~~
The ravens that borrow
her well-known name
Fly in a blackening sky
Piercing the night
With their screams of fright
Circling the tomb where he lies
~~~~~
With one last look - she turns away
Remembering that fateful day
When she found him lying
In the arms of another
Sending her into a rage
~~~~~
Hell has no fury
like a women scorned
So all the prophets say
But that single tear
That falls from her eye
Knows she'll love him
Till the day---she dies
~~~~~
Written by: Elaine George, Jan 17/11
For: The contest - Among the Dead
Inspired by: The Rambling poet and
the picture that stirred my senses.
PLACED 6TH
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
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