The sneer on its face was the darkest black.
It's wicked feet perched it upon the tomb's back.
It's crow was filled with the anger and pain of the dead.
His eyes filled with the knowledge I dread.
He knew the life I had taken long ago.
I had stilled the breath in my darkest foe.
The sneer said what I thought in my mind.
I followed him forth leaving this world behind.
Into Hell I walked with him as my guide.
I held my head in a shame none could hide.
I couldn't face him when I stilled his heart beat.
Shooting him from afar too no skill or feat.
Cowardice had filled my mind.
The anger I felt left me blind.
The Raven left with doubt and fear.
Now I scream loud, but none can hear.
I really like this. Your dark poems are a lot more different then others I've read they really don't have a poetic side like yours do. For me in this one the flow was a bit shaky but it was still a really good poem.
You held my attention from the beginning to the end of this amazing piece with so fantastically vivid images that you portrayed within every line. I like the whole atmosphere of this piece- so hauntingly dark and intense yet overwhelmingly captivating. I like your choice of words in the whole poem, too along with excellent rhymes and flow. I think that you really have the way with words and your talent simply shines through your dark poetry.