Black Bird
Black Bird
A raven landed on the hilt of a mighty sword
With its pepper-corn eyes it scanned the field
Dead warriors lay there, from farmer to Lord
The Reaper had harvested the souls of the brave
He had left their empty shells behind for the bird
It was a servant of Nature, not Death’s black slave
The sun was setting over the battlefield; silence spread
The black bird cawed a serenade in honor of the fallen
As flies gathered, they spoke the language of the dead
The field had once been lush and painted in lively green
Now it was stained in red and reeking with decay
The raven finished its song, took flight and scanned the scene
Its brothers and sisters heard the calling and they came
Together they feasted upon the corpses clad in armor
As one they toiled for days, their work a heroic deed became
The vast field now is lush and lively green like before
The only sign of battle: a rusty sword still piercing the ground
A raven is perched on its hilt; it waits for Death to come once more…
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Authors: Thom Olausson. Form: Poem. Length: 18 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
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