Sonnet II – Human raven

Marking three years since my angel passed away

Upon her bleak grave a raven stood still

Before the frigid exanimate tombstone

His heart was bitter, nostalgic, and ill

In every inch an ever blazing moan

 

It’s been exactly three years since she died

But his devoted heart can’t part her trace

You could see in his eyes the tears that dried

And some dying tinctures of once a grace

 

An old man draws near him and pats his back

When the human raven stared back at him

“Why the long face?” said the geezer in black

The raven said and drew a sigh so grim

 

“I’m dead! For my love has left this domain

I am a wraith death has cursed with pain”

Reviews

[sue]

very deep lovely :)

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Thank you, Sue!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and this answers any questions the first piece raised..

the death of a loved one can curse us forever...

we fly like the raven, and now, with no purpose.

jacob

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Indeed! thank you for reviewing and for your words!

[Tarry Franck]

What can I say, I Love It. Another one going in my library. You just keep getting better and better.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Thank you very much!
I am honored

[Tarry Franck]

:)

[Eric Cox]

Very nice pen upon this tale of sadness.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Thank you for reading and reviewing! much appreciated!

[Eric Cox]

you're welcome