Across the winter sky
Upon ebon wings
A Raven does fly
Towards me.
Bearing
What bleak news
I don't know
But fear.
As if
A ghost has walked
Across my grave
Just a moment ago.
Sending shivers
Up and down
My entire body.
Dreading
The approaching messenger
For only dire news
Travels this way.
As the doom bringer lands
Upon the arm
Of the Head Falconer.
A pale ghost
He does appear
When handling over
The message
From our enemy.
Which reads:
"You're dead
By nightfall
Unless
You surrender all".
A note crumbled
In haste.
As an arrow
Does pierces
My mortal breast.
Blood bubbling
At my mouth
Sounding
My death rattle.
Cursing
That damned bird
With my last breath
Before eternal darkness.
Therisa © 2014
Author's note: another poem from my poetic morgue
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