The Raven

An assignment for my creative writing class where I had to use a different rhyme scheme for each stanza.

My body - cold and still

Patiently sitting in a tree

Ready and waiting for the kill

How could she know her killer would be me?

She wonders aimlessly - singing a sweet song

Never thinking there could be something wrong

When she turns I swoop down - vicious and strong

"Don't worry my dear; this won't take long."

I scratch and I claw

Pecking at her eyes

'Til she meets her demise 

And falls to the floor.

My hand-like claw, dripping blood

As her body lay motionless in the mud

Her fragile frame gathering dust 

Young and naive, she gave me her trust.

Reviews

[zainul]

Nice work for the assignment.
Though rhymes schemes are different in each stanza,the piece conveyed meaning perfectly.

[Uday Kanungo]

Great stuff, for a dark poem.