Black Raven Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lifeless wings twitch like an electric cable
it could have been a message to me.
Black raven, you cloud up my skies
vampirism, its hooked feathery bill, sings to me.

A skull without eyes soulfully swallows me
a raven her wing, her shadow casts
a talon into me almost too deep,
I can hardly breathe.

A lifeless wing pulls out; even as it twirls
from the skies,
black raven, you are the ashes of a sun
a star, a black hole that's been plucked out of me.

Black raven, you are the love I need.
Although there's nearly no life left beating
you came close to meaning everything-
to me.

Black raven, won't you
won't you, won't you
black raven, fly again…