In the Crow's Wing

I never set out to be an outlaw

To ride in black clothe in the dead of night

The Reaper chased me away from the light

Till I was swept up by the Crow's claw

In the way-back-when, my name was Lenore

Wife and mother had been my vocation

Until a letter gained my attention

I found it drifting along the shore

At first, it seemed nothing of consequence

Caught in the wind flying like a black bird

But an unknown evil had seen or heard

I mourn, having not seen my family since

The letter held the image of the crow

A large black bird whose plural was murder

Poetic, that goal I seek to further

Cast my enemy to death with a harsh blow

At night, I ride clutched in the Crow's wing

Each step closer to when my blade will sing

Author's Note

Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

this is such an amazing poem! i loved the way you portrayed it! :)

[Jesse W.]

Thank you so much, I appreciate the kind words :)

[richieb]

Jesse, This is a great poem. I love the imagery, outlaw on the run, E.A. Poe, my kind of story. This is the first of your writing I have read and I will read more. Richie

[Jesse W.]

Thank you Richie, I appreciate the review and look forward to reading more :)

[Emily]

I really like it!
I could really feel the Edgar Allan Poe vibes!
Keep it up!

[Jesse W.]

Thank you for the kind words :)

[mattavelli]

Hello, Jesse, I really liked these lines:
"The Reaper chased me away from the light
Till I was swept up by the Crow's claw"
&
"At night, I ride clutched in the Crow's wing"

[Jesse W.]

Thanks Matt!