The Raven Poem by Tanith Ayesha
The Raven
Ravens bill thrusting at your thoughts,
Thrashing wings around your ears,
Ungodly bird sent from hell,
The kiss of death he doth for-tell.
He sits upon the devils palm,
Winged messenger sent to harm,
Yet the black beauty does intrigue,
His wicked eyes will deceive.
His wicked beak will peck your eyes,
His beauty is his disguise,
Black feathers smooth and sheer,
But this bird you must fear.
He will take you on his wing,
Cast you down to hell within,
A living death he will contrive,
A living hell you will not survive.
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A bird to watch as it flies Soaring through the cloudless sky Ever looking for plunder on which to feast Of danger, it cares the least. Yet it is smart beyond those that nest For it learns from bounty and distress That which appears an easy prey Can ruin the rest of day. But the raven, as Poe has written Is a bird that man is smitten And when partnered, fowl and man Enrich each other as no other can. s