Brooding atop a cracked stone cross,
the raven roosts in solitude...
Ivory remnants of former souls
drift restlessly beneath unkempt black soil,
But the bird is their remorseful conqueror,
And the skeletons can only emit wails and mutters
From their detaining graves...
Ghastly fog slinks between the kingdom of tombstones,
And the raven mourns for Death’s victims,
the decaying phantoms that
wander so endlessly,
on and on and on…
He lies in contrition for his own occupation,
for his own lost spirit,
conjoined so closely with those
lurking underneath his talons.
Categories:
corvus, 10th grade, dark, destiny,
Form: Free verse
In the wink the suns rays turn black to silver
In molten precision
He leaps; hopping
A mystic dance around his meal
Cloaked in glistening pitch
The whisper of each immaculate feather
brushing against the others
No more a flawless symphony could nature compose
than the sounds of a raven, being
Categories:
corvus, animal, beauty, bird, imagery,
Form: Free verse
there’s no face appearing in the window
as I stare through the whiskyfalls
of the sun made of cucumbers
that ticks in my sternum like a deathwatch
so where’s my sagacity? –
– lost somewhere in the pink furry mirrors
hearkening ill, weirdly and sinister
baffled from holding itself a hostage
running wild in the power sockets
the same inside out in the eye sockets
crying out loud from the acient books
of lamentations
and corvus breakdowns
Categories:
corvus, surreal,
Form: Free verse
She sleeps, her body lifeless in the ground,
A distant echo of memory lost,
And should her spirit ever dare be found,
Be sure you know you alone bare the cost.
For if her darkened heart should ever wake,
The soul of innocence shall surely quake,
As her sharpened talons mark out their score,
The purest truth shall kneel and beg for more;
On darkened wings she puts her love at stake,
She demands all that is make no mistake.
For she will take you to the realms of flight,
As on your own desire she comes to feed,
She will comfort your fear of darkest night,
For she is the angel to sate your need!
Form: Elemental Sonnet
Categories:
corvus, death, love,
Form: Sonnet
Through dense cocoons of swirling sleep
and drapes of silent night,
long winding dark brings shivers deep
neath skies bereft of light.
A haunting breeze begins to moan
as age-gnarled branches creak and groan,
a haunting breeze,
a haunting breeze,
exhales a breath as cold as stone.
Black feathers shroud a moonless sleep,
malignant auras swell,
dank undergrowth begins to creep
where dying leaves once fell.
A glint of eye from shadows bleak,
a hooded form, a corvine beak,
a glint of eye,
a glint of eye,
to prey upon the frail and weak.
Then plummet into wakeless sleep
amid satanic fire,
where life and hope will slowly seep
to hell’s eternal mire.
As midnight chimes and dreams turn sour,
observes the raven from his tower,
as midnight chimes,
as midnight chimes,
all souls await the witching hour.
Categories:
corvus, angst, death, imagination
Form: Rhyme
Passerine in black
Jousting for mid air order
Murder in the skies
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Categories:
corvus, animals, nature
Form: Haiku