Mercy in darkness II

Finally something new...

Years ago in windy evening
a stranger passed by, said wise words -
that he knew about a tree king
who could read the songs of black birds.

I could not believe at first,
but curious, the truth I needed,
so I had to quench my thirst
and the story then proceeded:

“Caw, caw, caw” " the raven croaks,
as death omen it is famed,
on lifeless corpses feasts and chokes,
but who is truly to be blamed?

Humans fear signs and symbols,
yet they started every war,
loud and proud like ramming cymbals.
In truth, who holds an evil core?

Pitch-black eyed, this sky acrobat
observes, listens, remembers all,
but never judges back for that
what you did as friend or foe.

There is much to learn from these
and being grateful ever for
I ask you, like the evening breeze,
to spread this tale of Nevermore.

Author's Note

A sequel for another poem with the same name. The word "acrobat" is a reference inspired by a certain documentary I watched about ravens time ago. Forgive my weirdness, I always end up making my things hardly understandable.

Reviews

[Awakened Rose]

Wow this was absolutely amazing. I felt like I was in a movie! Such beautiful imagery and rhyme schemes. Brilliant. Thank you for sharing :)

[elvenom]

Thank you so much for the kind review. I'm so glad this piece earned your attention.