The Raven

by Firemoon

A peom written in the middle of the night, and developed during maths class. The topic? ..You guessed it right. Raven.

Disclaimer: See my bio. But I think I can claim this as my own.. *manic laughter*

Rating: G

Summary: A poem about.. yes, you guessed right. Raven.

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The Raven

By. Firemoon

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Raven, raven, whither has happened to thee?

Thy bright feathers now worn and battered

Thy proud wings now bound to the earth

And all thy fame is long since gone.

Thy eyes, once like glittering amethysts

Are now dulled, seeing, but not really seeing

Thy ears are blocked, hearing, but not hearing

Thy beak is sealed, no longer speaking

And like a dusty and long-forgotten tomb thy mind lies inside thyself.

But thy wait is over. The time will come.

Thy wings unfold, once more bright and mighty

Thy feathers no longer worn nor broken

Thy eyes resee, with the feral gleam returned

Thy ears hear again

The sound of screams, war and battles raging

The seal will be broken

And in that

A savage cry, a scream

Scream of rage and hate

The tomb will be opened and thou shalt

Reawaken at last.

Awake, awake

Fly with thy bright wings, Raven

Wings as dark as the darkest night

As silent as Death..

Taste their blood, their fear

Laugh as you feel their lives being snuffed out

One by one

Scream with them

Hear thy cry amongst the weak

Laugh as you see their fear-stricken faces

See thy face reflected in their hollow eyes

Feel their warm blood slipping away

Feel them slipping through your fingers

Thou art Raven, thou art Death

Raven of Darkness, of Death and Destruction

Raven of Hate, and of half-forgotten evil

Dark-winged angel, pale-skinned fiend

Bringing Death and Fear in your wake

Thy time will come

And when it comes, the Raven will fly once more.

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Heh... I know. Just pester me with rotten fruits. *hands the readers a barrelful of rotten fruits/vegetables* Come on, I don¡¯t mind.

This idea came to be in 1 o¡¯clock at night. I was half-asleep, having been up all night finishing my assignment. Just as I was about to go into the blessed la-la land, this idea rammed into my head. So I had to get up, turn the light on, write it all down [just the main idea] and I went to bed again. I didn¡¯t get to sleep until over 2 o¡¯clock and the next morning my mum woke me up at 6 to show off her new outfit [0_o]

Anyway, I¡¯m quite proud of this, no matter what.

Flames welcome. I don¡¯t mind. But reviews would be rather nice. *grins weakly*

Yours Faithfully Fanfictional,

Firemoon