Run Raven Run

Dark bird of the skies-Dark Poetry Contest Poetry 101

run raven run

Fly to the sky

there is mystery in your eyes

Mysterious things start to fly by

When we see the angle of your eyes

Tomorrow never comes

For it turns into today once more

and the raven's dark side

will be free once more

There is no place in heaven for a raven

For they are dark 

and mysterious birds of prey

They can come and get you 

any old day and claw your eyes out

Watch you bleed

From the inside out.