Ravens

Ravens gather ’round rotting corpses

Scavengers preying on the old and forgotten

These raptors in black

Cloaked in the stench of decay

There are ravens in my life

Ones that don’t fly

Featherless

Predators all the same

Cold, dead eyes

Intelligent and beady

They never miss a beat

Determined to strip the flesh from my bones

Leave me barren

Cold and alone

They take flight

I, but a skeleton

Barely a spirit

~ Quill

Raven
Raven
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