Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Raven

The raven black as night,
Squawks his promise of nevermore.
A love burning bright,
Flowers for his great Lenore.

The black graveyard born to life,
Ghosts of days past take flight.
Memories cut the heart like a knife,
Lenore bleeds in the dull moonlight.

The raven cloaked in coat and hat,
Brings flowers to the graveyard door.
Then upon the tombstone sat,
The black bird carved above “Lenore.”


Catherine said...

I like this very much, you followed the rules but still put a very different spin on the poem making a reference to Edgar Allen Poe. very ingenious. You rhymed
your lines and made it work.

Caitlyn said...

I like the rhyme here! Usually I am immediately turned away from a poem with a rhyming scheme but this really works! I especially like the line "raven cloaked in coat and hat". It stood out as being bold and obvious but in a good way. I really loved your poem!