As my aching head grows weary I look outside, so dark and dreary Today a party I must attend Tis the birth date of my dearest friend I take myself from this bed A splitting pain in my throbbing head My mother says my brain is bleeding My death is near, she's already greeving Forty-eight hours the doctors say I must attend this affair today Now I arrive at my friends humble home I look around and aimlessly rome I see nothing, nor a sound even heard A raven flies, what a dreadful bird My head receives a jolting pain First the thunder, then the rain I open their door, the portal so wide Now I see the party's inside Another pain, my knees grow weak My friends suggest hide-and-seek As i run the pain grows stronger In my head, and much more longer I go and hide in a windowed room I see the raven bringing his doom Now the pain brings me down To the cold chilling ground Death is here, I know this now The raven brought it someway, somehow Now the raven's on the ledge He watches me from the window's edge It looks as though he likes to laugh At the victims of his dreadful wrath I see the raven and will forever Forget his face, I will never.
Reason for writing:
I am a 15 year old poet and i need some help so E-mail me with good or bad criticism PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!
Birth sign: Scorpio
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