She stood by the window
Sunken eyes
Filled with regret
Her face told the story
Of a battle lost
As she stood there
A hundred jet black eyes
Stared back at her
Piercing her soul
There was no remorse in those eyes
This was a battle they had won
And they knew it
She slowly opened the window
Accepting her loss
And one by one
The heads turned
The black eyes stared at the open window
And one by one they flew in
Like a flock from hell
They reminded her why
A group of crows
Is called a murder
Some of you may remember the story I mentioned yesterday about the crow stalking my sister after she shoed it away. ‘The Murder’ was inspired by her current anguish as well as Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Raven.’ As you guys may know, I am a huge fan of Poe’s writing and have written another poem inspired by him. It was probably one of the better poems I have written for this blog. And much better in comparison to this one. This is far from my finest work. However, I wanted to share this so I can send it to my sister in the hopes that I can watch her squirm. What a joy it is to have a sibling.
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