The Call of Raven's Lost Lover
I cannot believe it. It cannot be!
His voice is emanating from this cemetery.
My lost lover is beckoning me.
“Raven” is the call I hear quite clearly.
What I hear and see cannot be reality.
Louder and louder I hear this sound.
His voice is coming from under the ground.
Do I move closer? Do I dare?
I tread through this dark early morning air.
I can remember the last time when we kissed.
Oh my gone lover, you I have sorely missed.
Oh, how eerily rises this morning mist.
He left exactly one year ago today.
In this cemetery his body will stay.
A swarm of ravens circles me this morning.
Should I take their shrill cries as a warning?
Are they saying my time to go is now due?
My lover is calling me. What should I do?
For “Among The Dead” contest held by A Rambling Poet
By Robert Pettit
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