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