The Raven's Path

 

As I close my weary eyes I see a raven in the dead oak tree

 that marks the end of this fateful path -- and my life –

 but I manage a laugh, for as its cold

 black eyes watch over me in

 grotesque anticipation of

 my very last breath,  it

is I who will win in

 the end, you see;

it is I who chose

 not the path on the left.

 Death was right and Life was left.

Author's Note

This poem was inspired by the accompanying photo and E.A.P.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Haunting to say the least. Your rhymes are always so flowing and hit every beat as if guided by some unseen force. Your imagination knows no bounds. The last line was perfect for the poem. Great write.

Brette

[kamikazebuterfli]

Wow! Beautiful!!!

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

reminded me of "the crow"...

the crossings of two souls, a mortal between paths where raven leads death... you choose your own...

your words follow through, nice image and presentation!! KUDOS!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Whoa you just sent chill down my spine... Sometimes the paths we do take require great risk... fail or succeed we win just by trying.

[closed]

A chilling, and skillful use of Macabre.^^

good write^^

-Dream

[James Mayfield]

Another great piece. Looking forward to more.

[Steven Williams]

Great write. You reminded me of how much I have missed reading your work, but I am back after the move and look forward to reading more.

~Stephen

[Emily B]

Folk superstitions often combine the black bird and death. I saw a really great episode of the Twilight Zone once that told it in a new and interesting light. I really enjoyed this.

[pal]

well imagined thoughts of anticipating moments of death.. n the deliemma of accepting truth.

pal

[James K. Blaylock]

This one is a true spine tingler. And the choice to die is one we have all pondered over greatly... Haunting really!