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Heres a simple poem ive written.

Raven's wings stirring the ashes,
claws scraping the bare flesh,
as evil stirs; and vision blurrs,
your lifes a mess.
Pecking, ripping, tearing,
never once declaring innocence,
Feathers of ash and dust,
cover all thats left of lust,
and they slowley drift down,
to the skeletal remains on the ground.
Black eyes still peering into your soul,
avenging the heart of the fool..
that it has just devoured....
...in its merciless feeding hour.
It caws happily as you go forth,
and take the wrong road on deaths narrow fork,
Meeting its master of death and pain,
and only him, the raven is to blame.
Raven are the eyes of the devil they say,
you now know better to this day,
as the beast of death and dismay,
cleaned up your dead corpse decay;
Now swiftly....the raven flies away.



Well thats it. And yes I WROTE THIS MYSELF! No help, no copying. Please dont copy this. My poems are my pride. So what do you think?