Raven
It was dark, dark, so very dark
blacker than the blackest black
no full, half, quarter or sliver
as if the moon had fled in terror
as if it knew something I did not
as if it knew my time was at hand...
Something brushed my ear
A flapping sound in the distance
wheeling back closer, closer
A slap on my face then I knew
I knew then it would return
to perch on my shoulder
to croak it’s haunted wisdom
to recall old, forgotten fears
“Oh no foolish lad, not forgotten
only buried, only denied. Face it”
It’s mighty claws drew blood
It’s razor beak slashed my face
I collapsed face down and bled
bled it out, soaking the earth red
Quoth The Raven:
“Turn now and look to the east”
The sun was rising.
*Inspired by the Edgar Allan Poe poem
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