The Raven Calls


A soft caw from a raven,

echoes in my haven.

It calls my name,

only to get silence in return.

I just want to hear it,

ever so softly let it ring in my ears.

For today will be my last day,

it calls me to the dark place.

I shall join it across the river Styx,

in a place where I will never mix.

My soul still wanders,

through this desolate place.

For the raven calls,

And I must follow.



  • Author: EmiliasLillith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2018 10:29
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 70
  • User favorite of this poem: Tris Eaton.
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  • dusk arising

    OOOOH i'm drawn into the mystery of this. I love it. It leaves me wanting more, creating possibilities, wondering - HOPING- there wil be more.
    Quite exceptional.

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