Thee End........

The End is near
                I feel the darkness
creeping ever closer - A somber shroud
Tombstone grey - Slowly embracing me
        I hear the ravens croaking - calling - croaking
I feel their black razor sharp feathers
      brushing against me - cutting me
My warm blood - Rivulets of crimson
I bleed - Scarlet tears
I dream my nightmare dreams as Death comes
      a soft warm Cloak
taking me - Inch by inch
      ever so slowly
                     I can't breathe
                                I can't see
     I can't hear
Death's beloved voice
Granting me relief
     from the misery
my decay
         is finally over
The raven's black feathers
       now tender and soft
rain down around me
I follow the raven's song
             to where I can dream
                 - play and at last be free

In the end they said I died
I say Death took me
      to paradise



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Reviews

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Oooooo, this dark piece is so mesmerizing. And the ravens represent the dead too! Someone said to me once and I'd like to pass it on to you: You, my dear, make the darkness dance!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

You're welcome.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Sometimes death seems like a blessing but few want to go int that good night quietly and peacefully. The will to live is powerful. Dark and compelling poem.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

You are so very welcome.

[Coyote Song]

The menace in this poem is strong. The dark threat, the evil coming to claim another life.
Love the imagery in this. Impressive write.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so much.

[Black Cat Fever]

A very sad and somber poem. Very sad indeed. Well crafted and splendid work.

[Tina Kline]

thanks BCF.

[Black Cat Fever]

You are welcome.

[Star Wolf]

Beautiful yet painfully dark. I was drawn into the dark spell your words weaved.
awesome write. I like the unique layout on the page too.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks my friend.