The Raven and The Owl

A raven flies overhead

Carrying with it a feeling of dread

The feelings of those past dead

 

I wonder why it flies here

At this cold time of year

But soon the meaning is clear

 

It's a reminder, a reminder that I can never die

I can never fly

And I still often find myself wondering 'why?'

 

Why did this happen to me?

How could this have been meant to be?

While in my ears echoes the owl's haunting melody

 

He often asks "who?"

And I think I would too

Seeing when I do what I do

 

During the darkest hour

When once I used to cower

Now is when I have my power

 

I am bound to the night

The moon's milky white

My only light

 

And as the raven flies overhead

Carrying with it its feeling of dread

I know I am dead

Author's Note

the vampire's only friends are the fowl of darkness >:}

Reviews

[Michelle Long]

"He often asks "who?"'
I like that line, it's quite very smart.
Your work is wonderful, I, in particular, love this one.
=]

[Lena M. P.]

Anguish, acceptance, eeriness. Very well pieced together. I liked the symbolism of the raven and death. The death that never dies. Well done.

[Ally Baker]

Wow, I totally loved this piece! the rythm scheme of it, in its own way, helped with it! i really enjoyed reading it. great write! :D

~~Ally Baker
"Don't upset the writer. They might put you in one of their books and kill you."

[A sea person]

Very well written poem. You did a great job keeping up a rhyme scheme for the entire piece. My only observation is that the rhythm changes from long to short breaking up the flow of the poem.

Other than that, you did a good job. :) I can't wait to read more of your poems!