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The Raven on the Window Ledge

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

A poem about a deal struck and a man's obligation to pay is made known one dark night.

Submitted:Jan 25, 2013    Reads: 40    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

Eyes black as moonless night;

omen of despair;

sitting on my window ledge;

with a piercing stare.

Why are you here this eve;

perhaps my soul to steal?

Are you demon or accuser;

a hallucination not real?


One of my delusions;

from tormented mind created;

speak you fowl; so my

fears can be abated.

Your pecking beak taps the

window glass to enter in;

have you come to chastise me;

reckoning me my sin?


Black feathers glisten blue;

your talons sharp to tear;

tell me raven, stay not in silence;

why is it you are there?

To drive me mad; it that the

game you're intent to play;

staying by my window ledge

till the sun brings light of day?


Be gone foul bird of black;

leave me, take wing this night!

Tell your sender I shall

not go by will; I beg thee take flight.

Vile raven of hell; perching still,

the glass cracks even more;

now the smell of brimstone;

comes a knock upon my door.


"Open up, I've come to claim

what's mine; the deal was made;

your soul for all the riches gained;

now it's time I get paid.

The raven's but forewarning;

my coming for what's due;

you made the deal long ago;

now I am here collecting you!"


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