The Raven
The Raven sat atop the tree,
Intently looking down at me.
Peering straight into my soul,
With beady eyes as black as coal.
What did he see with eyes so black,
That sent a shudder down my back.
Darkness so deep, reflections lost,
Chilled my heart with winters frost.
Falling down to those dark wells,
Drawn to the very depths of hell.
Frozen limbs, I could not breathe,
My world around could not perceive.
Here space and time they held no court,
My death, is what this Raven sought.
A thought, it echoed in my mind,
I had so much left in life, to find.
No sooner thought, the spell was broken,
A Raven's feather left, as a token.
Reminder of my test this day,
I shivered as I walked away.
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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