Raven
Your eyes meet with the Raven as he is perched on a branch,
Ever so still -
The warm breeze ruffling his feathers, yet he does not budge.
Suddenly, whispers begin to surround you, pulling you in until you are submerged in darkness and your mind is full.
Yet the Raven does not budge.
The sounds get louder and your hands begin to shake.
If this is what the other side is, you think, you don't want it,
You plead.
Yet the Raven does not budge.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Tales
PoetryThis is an ongoing poetry book with themes of thriller, horror and magic.
