The Raven-Spinoff
As I pondered life quiet and still, at my back I felt one small chill
While I perused the will of my great grandfather above my chambers floor
Then almost like the roaring thunder I thought I felt my brain go under
And to my wonder I hear a strange noise ringing upon my chambers door
“Who disturbs my thoughts and peace,” I said with simple ease to my chambers door
Only this and nothing more
This noise I heard was stirring, what keeps this annoyance occurring
A noise so loud it racks the mind like in ways I’ve never felt before
In weariness it took a desperate act to keep my mind and soul intact
Needed exact strength to stop this noise as I just cannot ignore
This gentle rapping, this gentle rapping I just cannot ignore
Only this vowel and nothing more
As I approached the noise at hand, my curiosity would now make a stand
To put to rest the annoying noise that I have learned to abhor
I opened the door to then find this noise had finally left me behind
With a feeling of rest ingrained in mind I could shut my chambers door
With a certainty that the noise was finally gone I shut my chambers door
I prayed for the best and nothing more
As the shadows on walls grew thinner and I ate my cold and frigid dinner
I cannot forget the past I had that was filled with such “galore”
Suddenly the skies turned gray, the leadened clouds put on wondrous display
I cannot say these events aren’t past visions of internal war
Reading the will my great grandfather had brought back thoughts of internal war
This was evident nothing more
The peace and quiet I had preferred but then a weary black bird
Came perching its problems plenty upon my chamber door
It struck me with its stoic gaze while it muttered to me the same banal phrase
“Your lying ways in treating your great grandfather have made my spite soar”
“Your lying ways in treating your great grandfather have made my spite soar”
Quote the raven, nevermore
The birds words attacked my heart, was I responsible for taking part
In the careless defeat of a relative by attacking his core
“No”, I said now so free of lies, this admittance was of no disguise
The bird was wise and saw through all of my words filled with deceit and gore
With keen eyes as sharp as nails it could see all of my deceit and gore
An omnipotent thing and nothing more
“Mistakes you’ve made that I have found; your case sits on no solid ground
No evidence to prove neglect for I’ve shown nothing but rapport”
The raven said shrill “Just take a look at your worn great grandfathers will
You can’t fulfill its terms because you showed no love during war
You killed your great grand father with poison in times of war
It impaled me again and nothing more
The ravens words were in fact quite bold, the future was about to unfold
My heavy guilt for my revengeful past would place my soul upon the open shore
My lies would not be outdone I reached in the drawer and grabbed a gun
Oh what absolute fun I would have for I could not escape anymore
“The time has finally come to even the field,” the black raven tried to implore
“The time has finally come to even the field,” the black raven tried to implore
Quote the raven, nevermore
My deceptive past I tried to stall but the black raven had brought me to my fall
I put the gun to my head for I was just about to finally explore
All the pain and cries that were inflicted on a man so restricted
Thanks to the afflicted man that had brought his final score
With eyes closed one pull he shot himself and fell the cold chambers floor
With eyes closed one pull he shot himself and fell the cold chambers floor
Only this and nothing more
The bird looked at the token of a man dead battered and broken
Thinking of how his great grandfather was a person he used to implore
Now his body covered in dark red and the life force now seen as dead
With the darkened road ahead the raven stretched its wings towards the shore
The black bird flies free to find a new person for it to implore
The black bird flies free to find a new person for it to implore
Thus ends the tale, nevermore
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2007-05-26 at 18:26
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