Truths of a Raven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Yeah take that, Edgar. You are a drunk dead man!

Submitted: June 20, 2011

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The night, pitch black, clouds clumped, crowded in the heavens above. Yet a single shadow washes across the land. I am free to do as I will in the sky. I land on the window sill of a drunkard’s house. He stares into my eyes. I gaze in disgust at the results of humanity. The man begins to scribble with his ink pen upon a parchment. Into the night I fly again. I am the raven. I am the sign of suffering, the emblem of fear, and the pet of death. Yet I am a peaceful creature, only when I am provoked to I strike. Yet they are deceived by me. So I torment them. I am the raven, the rook, the crow. I am night, darkness, shadows, fear. Yet there is nothing evil about me.


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