Raven

• Artist: woopy123
• Description: I had a dream of a crow sitting on a cross. the cross looked old. it was carved out of stone aged by the years. cracks ran down the sides. the bird was sitting there his feathers were black. his gaze was sharp. a peace of flush hung out of his mouth. then he dropped the meat and screeched a horrid sound. then he soon disapered.
  I think this poem sucks.
  sorry for any grammer errors
  P.S. i have some f***ed up day dreams. . night dreams, damn what would you call them if its at night.
• Date: 01/28/2011
• Tags: raven crow bird poem dark

Your feathers were dipped in the shadows of death
Your eyes were made of the darkest stone, then polished to a glassy shine
Your voice was foraged from the screams of the scared
Your talons were made from the rusty nails that once held a church
Your appetite for death is only fed by the taste of rotting meat
Your message is of evil

You are the raven

You feathers hide the drips of blood spill
Your eyes look through any building, . . any soul
Your caw brings the women to tears, and the men to there knees
Your talons hold you to the stone cross that symbolizes where a church stood
Your taste for meat has driven you to feed off of the bodies of people
Your message is heard by every ear

You are the raven

And your master

Is, . . me.

Comments

[Moonwatcher99]

what i would say needs the most work is the formatting and rhythm of the poem.....

[woopy123]

please comment, i need people to tell me whats wrong with the poem