mick

the raven (unfinished)

Slowly he craws his song out into the night,

sending shivers down my spine.

black feathers sweap past my face

cold eyes stare into mine.

Comments3

  • Fran

    Nice start, waiting for the finished version 😉

  • Cheeky Missy

    I too look forward the more of this poem! I like the picture you've painted in it, but it is chilling....for what is it alluding to? I like your use of end=rhyming.

  • mick

    don't really have an ending to this one at the moment and no clues on how to finish it.
    Lol hopefully somethings gonna cross my mind soon!



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