The Raven’s Eye

The raven watches silently with his eye,

Upon the shifting midnight sky.

His coal-black coat reflects the night,

O, what a dreadful, dreary sight.

Then all of the sudden,

The silence is cleft,

By a resounding boom.

An eerie silence is left.

The squirrels all jump,

The deer all but flee.

The raven takes flight,

But still he sees.

The battle wages,

The men despair,

Of a silent raven,

Still in the air.

As the steel rains down,

Quick as a thunderbolt,

The air is given,

Another echoing jolt.

The men collapse,

Screams rip the air,

And all the time,

The raven stares.

There are shouts,

Orders obeyed,

And still yet,

The raven stayed.

While the raven watches,

There is no sound,

But the sound of death,

Echoing all around.

As lifeless eyes,

Face the earth,

One side retreats,

To some hidden berth.

And of the living men,

That still remained,

They left quickly and silently,

As there general bade.

But alas,

What of the ones that died?

They were forgotten by all,

But the ravens eye.