Thirteen Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.” Ann Marie Eleazer She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with runes. Stygian mists swirled all around, yet she had perfect aim. Into the dark forest she went and spotted the raven. A deadly hit but ill-omened: it was a female black bird. Cursing in anger, she knew it proved no good for her. The male raven flew above her as she entered the mansion. Dressed in black, she entered her dilapidated bedroom to change. Below, all waited, dressed for the occasion. They heard a muffled scream, and all ran upstairs. A long time passed, and no one dared enter the room. Finally, the door creaked open. Dust, soot, while a poison ivy Grew on damp curtain wooden rails, a dilapidated screen Hid a tattered black dress, while two black ravens flew into the night.
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