i feel the power in this poem. in the end, i could feel the inspiration, too. really nice!

Jeez, I hate how you can make poems of everything. Stupid prodigy.

Good poem. I like the description of "ebony elegance". Nice work.

Twilight Starr

I loved this. Ebony elegance. Aliteration is my goddess. She deposits my computer in a sulphur pit somewhere in hell.

sleek and elagent poem. "the black magic of its smooth feathers"very good. and on your comment about not liking he was a complete idiot in mean to Louis and stuff. but his character completely changes in other books. :P yours,Gabrielle

i like. but the wording is a bit choppy. i love the ending though! so many things like that do become inspiration. oh, and i like that 'black magic' bit as well.

Cool! Good job! :) *grin* I shall happily bounce up and down now!

Nice poem. Makes me think of the poem by Edgar Allen Poe.

Wishing You Good Health And Plenty Of Wealth, SirScott

this is a very nifty poem, i like the part about "balck magic" i love it when things outside of windows become insperation! i wish i had ravens out my window...i just have a bunch of deer...