The Raven's Stone

Walking along the road -
I kicked a stone.
A stone so small -
My bare foot hardly noticed it at all.

The arrow struck him -
from behind.
It pierced the thought -
he had in mind.

It was a clear day . . .
when the raven fell to earth.

Flailing among the thistle . . .
He fell upon a rock.
A rock so big -
It shattered all I owned.

Leaves devoured him -
from above.
And smothered every dream -
of love.

It was a clear day . . .
when the raven fell to earth.

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He floats between the tears . . .
with black-birds in his eyes
Among hearts of stone
that never hear his cries.

Drifting through the years . . .
of ever churning dark -
among the thorns . . .
of ever burning lies.
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It was such a clear day . . .
when the raven . . .
died.

Katsa © June 25, 2010