The Raven Airline

this is some thing that I made back as an school assignment and had gotten prays for it. I hope you like it and be as critical as possible, thank you.

Once upon an afternoon flight so dreary,

As I sat in my seat so clearly,

Clearly jammed between the weak and weary,

Passengers of this sojourn reading, reading tomes of ridiculous lore,

Soon came a tapping, tapping from near the cockpit door,

Which would soon be my eternal bore.

 

In this cold November came a man who shall always be remembered

As the one who shattered, shattered my very core.

His body shaped like a boar, with a face of insipid contour.

 

The tap, tap, tapping near the cockpit door sounded no more,

Up stood the stewardess to recite her chanting roar.

Her prodigious nose, her beady dark eyes, which stared, stared at all.

She sang her wordless dirge, her dirge of buckles that snapped.

Her uniform sleeve hung like pinions, as she waved her arms forward and back

Over her head, flapping like wings of dread.

And to my left, the passenger bellowed, bellowed with guttural roar

“I don’t get it.”

 

She buckles and unbuckles again and again, almost like she wishes it not to end,

She repeats the dance, this time with more, more importunate score,

I can’t stop him, he takes a deep breath, and that passenger bellows again, again,

 “I don’t get it”

 

As the journey goes on with my patience wearing thin,

As old people come out and new people come in,

That harpy with her tapping claws

Comes to rip my ears as if they are made of gauze.

Before she could sing, sing that awful tune,

I had to think of a plan, a plan quick and soon.

 

I grabbed a book from the fat ones thigh,

I pounced on the wretch, linking our eyes.

Down she went, hard to the floor,

I swung at her and beat, beat her, and beat her more

Until I see of her nothing more than gore.

 

Now she is quiet,

For evermore.