Winged Messenger Of Doom

A little dark fantasy.

Across the winter sky

Upon ebon wings

A Raven does fly

Towards me.

Bearing

What bleak news

I don't know

But fear.

As if

A ghost has walked

Across my grave

Just a moment ago.

Sending shivers

Up and down

My entire body.

Dreading

The approaching messenger

For only dire news

Travels this way.

As the doom bringer lands

Upon the arm

Of the Head Falconer.

A pale ghost

He does appear

When handling over

The message

From our enemy.

Which reads:

"You're dead

By night fall

Unless

You surrender all".

A note crumbled

In haste.

As an arrow

Does pierces

My mortal breast.

Blood bubbling

At my mouth

Sounding

My death rattle.

Cursing

That damned bird

With my last breath

Before eternal darkness.