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

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Nice font and very well written. thank you for sharing , debileah

[Floating on the feather..]

This is simply great.

Great write. I loveeeeeeeeeed this.

[John Parker]

The great raven such a symbol for horror and death......such a majestic creature in all its splender......very nice write .......

[Snow White Queen]

That was great!

[desertraven]

definately EAP ! Super piece. Very well done.
Sandra

[SM Davis]

I don't know what EAP is...but this poem is delicious!!!!

[None]

I'm sure Edgar would approve wholeheartedly, as I do (and who am I ?) The mystery of death and how it was right, thus a victorious death over the darkness. An incredible picture--but your words do tell it more than well. A whole story could take place from your poem...death as the beginning to a tale untold. You are always fantastic with setting the reader up for wanting to know more and more--this is no exception.

[JC Fox]

Another great poem with awesome imagery and a message for the reader if they choose to look for it. Great job

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

I loved this...the anticipation of reading line after line was really awesome! wonderful write! :)

[Celtic Cat]

This is beautiful. Stirring picture followed by capitvating words...and you with the last laugh...priceless!!!