Sitting in this cemetery

Beneath a crystal moon

I saw the quiet raven fly

Perch upon the jagged tree

A rustled flap of shadowed wings

A grinding upon the branch

A stare so fierce

A face so intimidating

Watching from the graveyard floor

I saw the raven stare

Eyes like ice

Face like stone

A stare that cripples

A stare that paralyzes

Returning the favor

Returning the paralyzing stare

I saw the raven launch

Into the air

And in a cloud of feathers


And as the shadow faded out

I returned to the repose

In the graveyard.