The Raven's Flight

The normal: Graveyards, Ravens, Death, Rebirth, Horror... you get it.

THE RAVEN'S FLIGHT

the dark black wings

the piercing red eyes

shimmering in the blood moon

A perfect night

for the deceased

to rise from their graves

in the moonlight cemetery

the raven takes flight

the wind humming through it's feathers

it dodges

the hands crawling out

grasping at the freedom of it's flight

taking one fell swoop

the raven dives

clawing at the emerging bodies

if there was blood left to spill

the figures would be painted red

but they have been gone so long there is none

the town below

with crooked huts and sheds

seeps no life

but bathed in moonlight

gives off and eerie presence

as if the town itself is alive

perched on a branch

far above it all

the raven's watchful eyes gleam