OmenA Poem by J. AliciaA raven perched upon the streetlight The reaper's hand, one knuckle cocked-- Gloved In india ink Will he swoop to fly? To fall? The streetlight to blink its burden on Until the hint of sun's first strvings Snuffs dead a ravens perch? © 2010 J. Alicia |
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Added on October 25, 2009 Last Updated on February 7, 2010 Author
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