Preying On Death
the ravens rest upon the graven cross,
for it is time to guard death with their wings-
they prey on souls who endure love and loss,
as a demon weeps and an angel sings;
barren branches wither to ash and bone…
one ebon raven longs to perch alone
I chose #2 (black ravens on a cross in a graveyard)
Make IT Six Poetry Contest
Joseph May
October 1, 2019
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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