the lullaby was harsh in the night air
the croaking was not lost upon the elf
while the scent of citrus filled the air
he knew death was near
the tragedy of the situation was
also not lost upon the elf
in the act of saving his wife
he caused her death
her body, blackened and burned
laid among the embers left glowing
from the stake where she had been tied
a soft wind caressed the pain that
was his burnt skin, the lullaby of
the raven faded in his mind
the raven finished his song
the elf had left his earthly shell
Author notes
Written July 27th, 2006
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A contest entry
- Ravens by Koblyn Avaritia.
600 points, ended May 9, 2007, 18 entries
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Wow... I could almost smell the citrus in the air as I read this! Very well done indeed! Best of luck!
Warmest wishes,
Laura -
great
hmmm...i like it and i don't know why. it cptures you. good job and thankx for follwoing the rules
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