Just checking,
you're still watching
my play on your devotions
devoid of all emotion.
It's easy to fool, my little jewel,
please note that feathers will fly
and with curses I will woo.
Hollow burnings
one red eye open, now discerning,
a touch light, so empty
whispers,time for flight.
Character builders, hidden might
of feathers with blue-black
silken hue,
arms raised, such strength of sinews
to be carried away
in silent mistrust,
something to prove?
In this world of the unjust.
All you need to know
at this unknown jucture
is that I am a raven,
a Viking called to muster.
Author notes
A poem prompted by the pikky.
A contest entry
- Crows and Quills by VoltaicHypnosis.
650 points, ended September 17, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An elegant and dark work, my thanks for entering the contest. Slowly woven, a work of considerable movement and poise.
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this is very beautiful im not really sure what i got from it but its dark which is something that calms me so ya. good job ill be watchin for any new stuff from you.
-san
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