RAVEN'S BOG
RAVEN'S BOG
Dark and dismal is the setting surrounding thee
Crooked and rotted now stand the dead Fir trees
Stale and stagnate hang Spanish moss in decay
Fitted on broken branches wet in a slim-my array
Perched on a branch like Sentinels in full guard
Are a Raven duet surveying in their court yard
Looking over a Bog littered with grassy mounds
Reflected pools of rusty colored water profound
A full moon shines bright over the Bog like glass
Silhouette gravestones out of mounds of grass
Evil caws echoing throughout a graveyard moor
Matched flight, ruffled haste, disturbed to the core
Wicked are the shadows that rise from wings black
Eyes dark as coal, inside screams, shutters and flaps
One eye on Heaven, circle around to hell and back,
Toward barren trees, growing old yet holding on fast
In quiet seclusion, over the dark and dismal bog,
Two Raven's surveying their court yard in the fog.
by Richard Lee Cook
©Copyright 2011
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