The Reaper's Pet

The raven's feathers are as black as night,

attention is drawn to the bird when it takes flight.

It caws in a croaky tone to announce its presence,

in tales of old, its appearance was never pleasant.

 

A sign of a new death as the raven swoops down,

it hovers over me without making a single sound.

He is the reaper's pet and he has come to collect

my soul because I've done nothing but live with regrets.

 

His eyes burrow into my soul and see my wrongs

he knows I've gone and lived this life for too long.

The Raven lands atop his master's shoulder and watches me,

his small eyes watch my every move, waiting impatiently.

 

The Reaper waits for the right moment to strike

he'll wait for that one perfect instant to take my life.

The raven hides within the dark night while he waits

for the one day, He and The Reaper will come lead me to my fate.

Author's Note

wrote this in Geometry while i was SUPPOSED to be taking notes....umm...yeah x)
Joey gave me the idea to write about a Raven...and some pictures me and him were looking at on Google Images last night for poem companion pictures caught our attention, and one of them was a reaper...and ive seen a few pics before with reapers and ravens...so i decided to make this a dark-ish poem :) the pic i have up now i think is from photobucket or google images...i cant remember x)

Reviews

[♥Lugar Para Siem..]

This is a wonderful poem and it implored alot of talent on your part. Its depth and Sophistication is comparable to Edgar Allen Poe. You have a wonder Gift of prtraying imagry and Putting it all into a fluid perspective. The Talent you have goes beyond the Classics, and Suprpasses that of modern best sellers. Another Excellent write. 100/100

I love you

Joey

[Eile MacIntyre]

I love this. Raven's are always linked with death, and for some odd reason I find that amusing.
But this was written quite well. Good imagery and flow.