A Moonlit Reverie Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

A moonlit reverie:
A jet black raven swoops
across unbroken white serenity,
filling the night
with its continual presence.
Flowing thick and smooth
from the tip of existence;
Preying upon
the minds of innocence;
thirsting for a means
to spread its power
throughout the world.
Ripples extend outward
from its tiny dropp into
the sea of existentialism,
and a lone tree waits in silence
to claim its next victim...