The Nevermore Raven
By Camilla W
Published 9 July 2024
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.