Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Messenger (Poem)

The Raven flies high into the air
Gliding along the breeze without a care
He swoops down low, landing by your side
A shiver runs through you as he gives a shrill cry
And in the blackness of his eyes
You see, there in, your end resides

© Copyright E.F. Rose 4.9.13

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