The Nevermore Raven

The rattling caw howls through the wind,

Its eyes filled with total prescind.

A raven's feathers have a lustrous glow,

Living dark in the woods where trees are hollow.

With eyes as sharp as a piercing knife,

When you walk past them they call with strife.

Scratching claws dig into the dirt with no mercy,

With a lack of courtesy.

Midnights, dreary is their colour

A thickening black that couldn’t be duller.

A sleek, shadowy feather falls to the ground,

Something precious you have found.

They bring upon a feeling of nevermore, 

But there’s something deeper I must implore.

Something that you must explore.

What a shadowing bird I must say,

Bringing upon dark to day.

But they shall not bring a breathed sigh of happiness,

Neither do they bring ghastliness.