The Raven Poem by mistery person

The Raven



the ravens croak is heard
fear has my feet rooted like a tree to the ground
the raven glides towards me
its beady eyes never leaving me as it circles around up above
the raven dives
now i watch my death take place no one can prepare for this, no one
can stop it not even me.

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