The Raven poem: The Raven’s Whisper
The Raven’s Whisper In the shadowed woods where silence dwells, Beneath the moonlight, casting spells, A raven sat on a twisted tree, A sentinel of dark mystery. Its feathers shimmered, black as night, Reflecting stars with ghostly light. Its eyes, like embers, burned so deep, Guarding secrets it vowed to keep. Within the village, tales were told, Of the raven wise, both young and old. They whispered it spoke to those in pain, Guiding souls through loss and gain. One fateful night, young Mara wept, Her heart was shattered, her promises kept. Her love had gone, the war had claimed, Leaving her lost, her spirit tamed. She wandered the woods, her tears a stream, Hoping to find solace in a dream. The raven watched with a knowing stare, Its presence heavy in the night’s cold air. It cawed aloud, a haunting sound, That echoed through the trees around. Mara froze, her breath held tight, As the raven descended in the pale moonlight. “Why do you cry, child of the ...