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As a Raven Caws
Something dreadful do I see, reflected in her eyes.
Could be death she's seen in a horrid dream, or
perhaps the relapse of a wretched addiction
that's left her at the mercy of this raven's claws.
One whose beady eyes know of her disgrace
and drew the blood that trickles down her face.
Tonight, he dares to expose her human faults
and as gilded moonlight dims... her world is grim.
What sinfulness does she bear in this pose?
One Poe would have drawn to illustrate a poem,
telling a dark tale as a black raven preens.
Cloaked in dark iridescent sheen he dares to reveal
the crown of her sin, as an ornament worn in her locks.
Nay! His cawing draws attention to the pox
he spreads on her as his wings span over her ears.
Disheveled and weary from shame and fear,
she grows more forlorn with each yowl she hears.
What horror was sown within those green eyes?
Ask the black bird for he swore allegiance in rhyme
to the reaper, without giving thought to her crime.
Forevermore will he tell the tale of it all...
the reason for her fall from grace, the tears on her face,
and the appalling reason blood drips from his claws.
There is a flaw in the heart of his beloved, and he swore
by squawking that they were unforgivable and yet...
regret is an emotion this raven seemed to have felt when he fled
after unveiling her iniquities with his egregious voice
until hoarse and then hung his ebon head in remorse.
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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