The black raven circles round
sensing death upon the ground
his nature to peck away
peck away at life’s decay
and far below the raven’s perch
the mourners arrive and fill the church
where a young man’s body, lying in repose,
carries the secret only the raven knows
that the weeping widow draped in black
conceals the pleasure of her attack
her night-shade poison has taken hold
and slain another unwitting soul
the widow’s fortune, again renewed
a third husband has been removed
as the widow weeps, acting the part
the raven swoops and pecks out her heart
the mourners yell and flee the scene
as the raven kills and the widow screams
but the raven knows the circle’s lore
what goes around comes around
and shall not be ignored
Hark. A story well-told in verse. Shockingly good job, Sue.
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Thanks, Bill😊
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As a Baltimorean, Poe fan, D&D fan, and Halloween fan, I have been fascinated with ravens for a long time. Awesome poem.
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Thanks 😊 so glad you enjoyed it.
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Wow! I was feeling rather bad for the widow until I reached the latter part of this poem. The last part left me stunned! My my…this was simply brilliant! 🙂
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A chilling tale indeed, I’ve always thought there was something sinister about ravens. I wrote a story along the same lines, a black bird and a funeral,The Stranger Have a great week 2!
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What a piece of work. The ending was brilliant
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Oh, thanks so much😌
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My pleasure
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Love this! Love ravens for all they represent throught folklore and in my own life. The line that really jumps out at me, that carries the poem, I think, is this:
” … and far below the raven’s perch
the mourners arrive and fill the church. ”
Eerie and beautifully penned.
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Thanks so much! This poem had been in the works for over a year😊
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