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THE RAVENS NIGHT WINGS - A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

It's night - dark - sounds of an approaching storm
Distant sound of thunder - lighting - seen far away
No moon - no stars - the inky black sky like a clock
Prevent any site of light - from any stars that maybe
Above
Fear builds up in side - my mind - the fears of the night

I sat - my back resting against the trunk of ancient oak
I fell a sleep - it was not through fear I fell a sleep
No - it was the sound of '' cor , cor '' - sounded like a lullaby
To me - through that night

The night now takes on the wings of a raven
Gives me comfort - wraps around me - through out the stormy night
A raven stood on my shoulder - gently stroking my ear - with The Ravens
Beak - the generalist of touches
Come the dawn - I wake - above me - on a tree branch - sat The Raven
The Raven - '' cor cor - cor cor cor cor '' - yes the raven was saying
'' Good morning - welcome to this day ''
Down The Raven flew - fed me fruit - she had picked for my breakfast!
And fed me - her beak gently to my lips - water to drink The Raven gave me

The sun was as bight as can be - sounds of the dawn chorus
None sang sweater - than The Raven - that morning dawn
The Raven took to the air - flew off
As it flew the raven looked back and said: '' cor cor cor ''
The Raven smiled - only me and The Raven know what The Raven said
And we're not saying a word.

ken d williams

THE DYSLEXIC WORDSMITH




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Written on 2015-10-21 at 19:30

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant Ken. You have a bit of the old Edgar Allan Poe happening here. Great story.
2015-10-26


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ken this is gothic and at the same time, spiritual in the old Druidic sense. Well done.
2015-10-21