Quoth
i always wanted to meet a raven
with feathers as black as night
or at least have a crow
guide my soul
from the darkest of dark
to the shiniest of light
but not while it tap taps
at my front door
and there is ticking tocking
from under my floor
and the heaviness of conclusion
swings low
Sumayyah Talibah © 5 September 2018
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There is some stillness in your poem, despite or maybe because of the darkness. There is some elusive depth in ravens, too. Less in crow, though :) .
Thank you.
Welcome. Raven from the picture is quite foggy, and your poem somehow too. But it is good fog.