Raven's Forest Poem by Rizgar Zaki

In the Heart of the Ravens' Forest

Every branch, bowed, bears the moon's tears.
The wheat stalks sway toward the twilight,
Like a sailor who lost his face
When despair bestowed upon him the kiss of death.

Like a green apple consumed by the soil,
Upon which prophets met their end.
In this darkened forest,
The silver moon curses the blue stars,
That fell like shattered wishes
From the rusted hands of the miserables.