Beckons Of The Raven

The last light of day glistened off the canyon walls.
As the shadows began to play
A raven perched upon the edge.
Beckons in the wind
As the shadows com-forth Seeking revenge .
He is suffocated by there fowl play.
And is condemned in fear as his talents disappear.
He knows his death soon be near.
His wings departs catching fight
As he knows he gets one more night.
Night ended as he is safe again away from the shadows that beckon in the wind.

Poem by battydeath

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