What sung the crow to the dying sun,
As passed day unto night;
Beheld the moon as she begun
Her usurping of the light.
At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.
No man can stir, no beast can bear,
The coming of night fall.
Feb 24, 2012
The Coming Of The Night
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This is one of my all time favorites.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Thank you sir!
This is one of my favourite poems. I'm glad you enjoyed it too.
Hello WSG,
a tasty little morsel, this. A treat for the mind and heart! Good title, superb structure and content! My favorite lines are:
At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.
loved it!
always, Cat
Thanks Cat
It's all encouraging.
Will,
This is an excellent piece of written. But it seem to recall a poem or a part of an English play I read somewhere. I think that if a poem does that, takes me back to some great piece of writing, then that poem is written masterfully.
Eddie
:)
Thanks Ed. Pleasure knowing that.