The haunting cries of a raven,
Echo across the brae;
The chill wind blows hard,
Scattering clouds of fog away.
Hurling the last of brown leaves
To be crushed underfoot;
Landing on a forsaken branch,
Letting the ebony bird to look.
Look and see,
Across the moors so wide:
The near tree-less plains,
Devoid of human life.
Scattered clumps of heather,
And sharp rocks here and there,
They accent this lonely abode;
Along wi' a trickling burn.
This is the home
Of the creature of legend;
And before it leaves its perch,
The ebony raven cries again.
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Reflections {Ongoing}
PoetryWithin these ink-stained pages lie Fragments of thoughts Pieces of words, Reflections of a mind Lost in time. Most Creative Winner under Poetry in The 2019 Futhark Awards held by @TheBardicCollege #51 in Poetry 3/3/2021 © Cheyenne van La...
