When the raven recites your verse.

Fear not below
the underworld
while you remain on top,
until the raven recites
your epitaph
perched on your
tombstone grey,
when you no longer
own a shadow.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love ravens & I love what they represent: the underworld. You've captured that spooky but undeniable magic here, right in time to synch up with me . . . becuz I have officially launched my Halloween-crazed rantings today. I saw the most amazing painted pumpkins posted by a friend on FB & that sight just set me off. Then I come here & see your poem about ravens. It's all got my giddy spirit flying on a broomstick now! (((HUGS)))

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Margie, yes it all reminds me of Harry Potter. If only we could fly broomsticks!