I hear the raven pecking
Perched amidst the pouring rain
Tapping at my window pane
bloody beaked
eyes insane
A swirling vision
Water stained
Clacking, tapping
Gently rapping
With creepy echoes overlapping
Beseeching
Screeching
Not so happy
Maybe I should let him in
Dipped in oil
Bathed in sin
With cruel intent
And evil grin
Wearing pretense
Soft and thin
I turn
To try
To concentrate
Ignore the echoes’
Pecking weight
Disguised as something
Less sedate
Wondering why I’m up so late
Left watching
While he waits…
