The Raven

The Raven long poem

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A black creature sits in front of me
A mysterious yet beautiful creature
I reach my hand out to touch the creature and it disappears
Crafty creature isn’t it?

The creature came back again tonight
This time right in front of my face
With dark eyes it gazed into my soul
Nothing was hidden from the creature
I began to cry because of the vulnerability I felt
I blinked and like magic the creature disappeared again
I looked around for it and only found a pen sitting on my desk
My keys had went missing

I found my keys in the oven
Lost a few other things in the process
This creature is becoming a burden

The creature visited me again tonight
This time I saw it’s body
A simple raven
But that simple raven held so much wisdom
For as it gazed into my soul I gazed into its
I saw intelligence and learning from mistakes
This creature is a raven

The raven came back again tonight
It perched further than what it usually does
But I could see it’s dark body glisten in the moonlight
I could see it’s piercing eyes
I wished it could speak and tell me what it sees
But I already know don’t I
This raven knows to much

The raven visited
It tapped on my window this time
A piece of paper in its beak
I opened the window and took the piece of paper
On it had three words
“Perception of reality”
This raven holds the truth

This is the final time that the raven will visit
It holds no more secrets for me
No more knowledge
No more learning
But I have my answer

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