Raven, black, atop a tree
Screamed religion spuriously
Bleak-black probed me; evil glee
Before I shot it dead
Raven crowned so hideously
In a dream he came to me
Pitch black, vacant eyes I see
Before he swooped on dread
Raven claws insidiously
Gouge my own indemnity
Black robe swoops to smother me
Before tearing flesh, he said
Raven, black, atop the tree
Why do you seek to crucify me?
I only ask as courtesy
Before I shoot you dead
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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